Who are the omens?

The sun and empty rolls

I believed in the world till I met myself

I could go on the roof

and meet space face to face

I wasn't my skin holding me in place

one day you'll realize there's actually no show

just the sun and empty rolls

you can't choose what you know

it can ruin you, let the light go.

How do you catch the stars?

You like to put on perfume

over layers of silk in the bathroom

I know why

you say you like to play truth

but there's no playing, the truth is in the dirt

read between lines

we go out eat chicken and fries

they're kinda dry but it's salty and it's fried

I can see your lie

So how do you catch the stars?