You showed me my tomorrow. Beside a box of matches. A welcome threatening stir. My hopes of being stolen. Might just ring true. Depends who you prefer. But if it's true you're gonna run away. Tell me where. I'll meet you there. Am I snapping the excitement. If I pack away the laughter. And tell you how it feels. And does burden come to meet ya. If I've questions of the feature that runs on your dream wheel. The day after you stole my heart. Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you. And you're hiding in my soup. And the book reveals your face. And there's a splashing in my eyelids. The concentration continually breaks. I did request the mark you cast. Didn't heal as fast. I hear your voice in silences. Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?. And the jostling crowd. You're not allowed to tell the truth. And the photobooth's a liar. And there's a sharpened explanation. But theres no screaming reason to inquire. I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes with things. They'd never see if it smacks them in their temples