The day before is the day I know

you are not who you claim to be

you do not know me like you think

I stopped telling you lies

and speak the truth now

but you only see clouds

dead end streets

days that don’t exist

nights that never happened

you say hallelujah

as if anything changed

but the tarot reader is a fake

and the day before I see you

I plan to not tell you my fortune

is a pack of lies in a cigarette box

I smoked a long time ago.

The day before you leave to meet me

do not risk it all for me

do not make up a truth

it will all be a lie

delete it all

pretend I do not breathe

I need to lay in bed

and decipher the meaning of the sky

I see through ceilings now

and read your broken heart

from the other side of the city.