Текст песни Purple Coke Straw - Paris Street

A purple coke straw somehow lying on my bathroom floor
I'm pretty certain that it's never been there before
Amongst the mis-swept beard trimmings and the scuffed tiles
Making it seem like I've got a far more exciting lifestyle

How did it get there and to whom does it belong?
Must I retrace the past day's comes and gones?
I guess I gotta know, or else it'll bug me for a while

The internet installer with the repressed Russian past
The ex-girlfriend who still comes around from time to time (don't ask)
The neighbor who brings me fresh herbs cut from her garden
It'd be a tad unfair to point the finger at any of them

It's not a bar bathroom, no seamy bachelor pad
No corporate Christmas parties have been had
It would be nice to know, to solve this inessential problem

On one end, still plenty of left behind residue
No time to waste, I guess, no need to sniff up every molecule
It's been some time, but I totally know that spongy feeling
But it's not mine, no way, no how, I ain't misremembering

But how did it get there and to whom did it belong?
Did I get my non-misremembering wrong?
Maybe I'll never know, maybe some paths are not worth following