I could lie to you.

I hate lying to you. I could say this:
I know. Look, see all the ways in which
You'll carry on without me. Don't cry.
The trial is tomorrow, unless it's started
And I didn't even notice. Monochrome,
The stars are delirious tonight, a scatter
Of wishes, candles lit in churches, glory
To the highest, to you (I only ever tried
To keep you from him, I know that now)
And I try not to lie to you, but I do. I do.