Fire and the Thud
You showed me my tomorrowBeside a box of matchesA welcomed threatening stir
My hopes of being stolenMight just ring trueDepends who you prefer
If it’s true you are going to run awayTell me where, I'll meet you there
Am I snapping the excitementIf I pack away the laughter and tell you how it feels?
And does burden come to meet youIf I've questions of the feature that rolls on your dream reel?
The day after you stole my heartEverything I touched told me it would be better shared with you
And you're hiding in my soupAnd the book reveals your faceAnd you're splashing in my eyelidsAs the concentration continually breaksI did request the mark you cast didn't heal as fastI hear your voice in silencesWill the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?
In the jostling crowdYou're not allowedTo tell the truthAnd the photo booth's a liar!
There is sharpened explanationBut there's no screaming reason to enquire
I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes with thingsThey'd never see if it smacked them in their temples