coexistence in a world where we don’t know each other

tomorrow i’ll wake up and be you for the first time

same shoes, same hair, same bag, same face 

same life, over and over and over again and i’ll just pretend not to notice

i’ll pretend not to notice just for some kind of miracle to happen

except the less i notice the more i blend in

and the more i blend in the more i’ll end up wishing it wasn’t me

tomorrow i’ll wake up and be you for the first time

i’ll look at my new body and i’ll look at the color of my eyes

and it will dawn upon me that we were different after all

different eyes, different clothes, different books, different sweat, different routes 

and all of this just for me to come back down and say

i wish i was you anyway.