My Almost Me

Fall out of bed, quickly heading to relief inside the porcelain
Eye slits, weak grip, I hit the rim and dispose of all the evidence
My twin image reflects a dude with a slightly shorter hair cut
What's this difference? I ponder this as my eyes begin to slam shut

The guy that's staring back has a difference
Cause he's not from my reality
That's not me in the glass and I'm listless
It's an existence that's beyond what we
Can detect as us and what's not us
And it lines up almost perfectly
Except for the haircut, it's just like symmetry

We chat, he brags, he never got beat up by Jimmy Grant in High School
I'm broke, he's stoked, he’s got a pension and a mansion with a swimming pool
That girl I liked, it turns out she’s kicking it at his pad
He gloats, I sulk, my almost me is a bit of a douchebag

The guy that's staring back has a difference
Cause he's not from my reality
That's not me in the glass and I'm listless
It's an existence that's beyond what we
Can detect as us and what's not us
And it lines up almost perfectly
Except for the lameness, it's just like symmetry