we were doomed from the start, darling, divided paths that I tried to reason for you, tarot cards and divination telling us we’d end up apart and I told you it was all about interpretation, I told you we only had to work harder, only had to stay stronger than any signs because we live with free will and I wanted you to stay;
but when I read all those cards to you, a dozen different ways of asking the same thing, I saw your fingers picking and I picked up on the pattern, I saw the story I’ve lived before and I played dumb so you’d believe the spin, believe me when I told you a story of two people who could choose to stay in the circle we’d made;
I could hear your thoughts, I could hear you asking if I could love you enough to make you stay and sitting on my bedroom floor that night the universe gave you a straight answer but you don’t speak in scriptures so I sold you a fairytale instead