You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
[bad word] threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring [bad word] 
Depends who you prefer

If it's [bad word] you're [bad word] away
Tell me where
I'll meet you there

i snapping the excitement,
If I pack away the laughter
And tell you how it feels

And does [bad word] to meet ya
If I've questions of the feature
that rolls on your dream reel

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
Were the teasing of the fire
be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd
You're not allowed to tell the [bad word] 
And the photo booth's a liar

And the sharpened explanations
But there's no screaming reason to enquire

I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes
With things they'd never see if it smacks them in their temples