You and me are a bagel with cream cheese
Topped with lox from the deli
Wrapped in parchment, bagged in paper
That’s torn open and munched before leaving
You and me can be anything
We want to be
You and me are clean silverware
Right when the wash is finished
Impossible to hold without scalding fingers
But put away anyway as a source of pride
You and me can be anything
We want to be
You and me are a weed packed pipe
That’s been sitting half-smoked for weeks
There’s thrill of the high but we both come home tired
So it sits there begging for a puff
You and me can be anything
We want to be
You are me are lovers
You and me are friends
You and me are nobody
In the end
You and me are a winter night
Where the day has oozed through a crack
Suddenly the streets looked like nothing
And everyone seemed to disappear
You and me can be anything
We want to be
You and me can be anything
We want to be