Missed Flight Lyrics

My Wet Calvin Missed Flight

This place feels familiar
This house could be mine
Who is living here?
Whose time is here spent?

I don’t know the resident
But I feel at home
I know where his forks are
And what his cds sound like

I get to some traces
Identity cards
Thought he looks familiar
He is noone I know

I wake up in his bed
And I spin on his pillow
The traces I leave
Make no difference to this
I read the books that he has read
I take a shower like he does
As if his girl was mine
It’s not me on the ID but it’s him in the mirror