The same things

I was thinking out scenarios with you
And I was thinking if you die before I do
I'd lay my things out on the lawn
With a sign I scrawled out front that says
"Free to a good home, take it 'til it's gone."

I think all those things would be no use
And I was thinking if I die before you do
All I would ask is don't get mad
I threw away my cigarettes
No, that's a lie, but I won't buy another pack.

My eyes might dart
My ears might ring
But it helps to think we are made out of the same things.

Sometimes I get anxious being here
Checking lists and putting things in gear
And I'm aware that paper cuts cut clean
But one wound closes, there's another
And my fingers bleed and drip recurring themes.

My eyes might dart
My ears might ring
But it helps to think we are made out of the same things.

And everything was beautiful last night
I lost my glasses, looked around
At everything reduced to areas of light
And you and I.

My eyes might dart
My ears might ring
But it helps to think we are made out of the same things.