Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

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 laguther 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 as your 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?