Each new day in suburbia brings with it a new set of lies.
The worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall asleep.
We whisper them in the dark,
telling ourselves we’re happy or that he’s happy,
that we can change, or that he will change his mind.
We persuade ourselves we can live with our sins
or that we can live without him.
Yes, each night before we fall asleep,
we lie to ourselves in the desperate,
desperate hopes that come morning,
It will all be true.