I was just walking past
18 months gone by so fast -
she invited me up for tea

and there we were again
dressed like long lost twins
(not again!) - her designer-ripped jeans
comme des garçons striped shirt
my jeans worn through
(life'd dragged me on my knees) yet
all my stripes unearned

this time she made me earl grey as the day
which didn't seem to cool
face to face but not eye to eye we were
mirror images blowing on steam
sisters brothers could've been lovers
but I'd turned my face away

she put on another jug to bubble
I looked straight ahead, (oh god)
already seeing double