Ермакова - Leftover Love

Find you in the laundry basket, single, tangled, looking lost
You were once a perfect duo, now you're just a wanderer
Dining on so busy mornings, hiding in the cotton fold
All the friends that come together, all the hands that never show
Leftover love, and the drive of almost
Stripes and darts, every color solo
Everything I've had, I'm lost, still dirty on the quiet spots
Guess I'm kind of, guess I'm kind of, I guess I'm kind of a leftover love
You imagine things I ain'm wearing, but I pull you on my feet
Walk around this crooked kitchen, feelin' wrong and feelin' sweet
Is it strange I keep them as feet
Take them in a secret place, little prophet, life keeps droppin