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 no one 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