CORRESPONDENCE: Election Day

I wake up early on Election Day
I've already voted so I'm timewise ok
And, Göteborg feels like my head
Slow, gloomy and grey
My train departs soon, we meet up at the station
You just came in from Bergen, how are you Jens Lekman?
I eye everyone, try to guess
What they're voting for

And this is what we speak of, when you know someone likes you
As a friend or a lover or a listener, but you still don't know
Why they like you
So you take a guess
Based on their appearance
But people are always much more complicated
Than you think, than you think that they are

A woman comes up, she says she's a clairvoyant
She says thanks for this Friday, I went to your concert
I like you, cause I can tell you were a warrior
In a past life

On the train I buy an apple
It's so huge, it's astounding
And I get so upset
I'm by myself, can't show no one
I fight an urge to show the girl sitting next to me
But she looks like a model, probably doesn't want to see it
It's amazingly large, this apple, and I gram it
But it gets very few likes

And outside the window, the trees flaunt their shit
And the fields, and the flowers, and the lakes that are glittering
Behind me, two people in suits
Says climate change is fake news

And I take my huge apple
And I shove it down their throats
I say that's not a topic you can argue about
It is what it is, it's not up for debate
Do you really think I would be stuck on this train
Twelve hours today
If it was optional

That last part was I lie, I'm a pacifist
But I enjoyed making that up I have to admit
Lets not forget I was a warrior
In a past life

The results are like life on Election Day news
No one really won, and all are confused
It's quiet, but feels like a bomb with a really long fuse

And I like you cause you talk about the same things that I do
Telling stories and TV, and being on tour
It makes me feel like I am an extrovert
And that is nice for a change
And I like me because I always crash
I wallow and complain, and then I bounce back
If a clairvoyant came up in a hundred years
I think she would have said to me
In your past life, you were lame but at least you tried
Now those fumes will choke you so get inside
Now its time to sleep on Election Day