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

But 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 laguther
And tell you how it feels

And does [bad word] to meet ya
If I’ve questions of the feature [bad word] 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 ??? splashing in in the my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks

I did request the mark you cast
Didn’t heal as fast
I hear your vioce in silences
Will 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 photobooth’s a liar
And the sharpened explanations
But theres no screaming reason to inquire
I’d like to poke them in their prying eyes with things they never see if it's ??? in their temples