Better we see eachother through clairvoyance
but you knew that before I told you.

I caught you scrying again,
but that's all in the past now,
I have no more telepathy for you and I.

My precognition: we're happier apart,
but I'm no psychic, you tower me
and I've moved in your shadow all along.

In retrocognition, I should have trusted my gut;
damn me for shedding a few through microbiotics,
shrinking my ability to make the right decision.

From now on our conversation
is spoken in infrasound,
the very thought of our silence gives me chills.

Yet this Kennedy curse gave us a shot and we crashed;
even after all the cards are laid on the table
I say fuck the skeptics darling,
I'll give it one more chance,
I believe in numerology now,
I'm winning the lottery with you.