A beautifully crafted song this (basically wish I’d written it). It seems to be about some dissociative personality disorder, wondering who the man is in the mirror blocking the bathroom sink. It’s a perfectly balanced blend of humour and melancholy, like the guy has accepted his lot and chooses to make light of it but you detect an underlying sadness.
I love the line….but he was sporting all my clothes, I gotta say pretty pimpin.