This living breathing thing it calls itself our own
in our sleepless nights though our rapid eyes
they seem to deny.
But wait aren't there two of us inside this one one wondering
what's in our heads and what have we meant?
While one thought one said,

“Someday, I'll get my hooks into you
from my lonely little room.
This is me waking up I presume
'cause when I went to bed I was you.”
There's one way, to grow out of yourself
it's growing into someone else.
The you in there becomes them
when the them puts the you to end.

This living breathing thing it calls itself our own
in our sleepless nights though our rapid eyes
they seem to deny.
But wait aren't there two of us inside this one one wondering
what's in our heads and what have we meant?
While one thought the other said,

“But changing is just the inner working parts of the same
going under a different name.
It ain't much different 'tween what ya think and what ya say
About areas of black and white and those shades of gray.

Somehow those things worth knowin' remain unknown
staying hidden all as we grow.
They will hide right behind our eyes
where we so seldom look, down there inside.

This living breathing thing it calls itself our own
in our sleepless nights though our rapid eyes
they seem to deny.
But wait aren't there two of us inside this one one wondering.
what's in our heads and what have we meant?
While one thought the other said, “Oh.”