Testo Black Socks

Losing your lover, is like losing black socks
They always end up in someone else's bedroom

Losing black hair ties, is like losing black socks
They always end up in someone else's head space

I thought I would come and see you
But when I opened my drawer My black socks were unmatching
And my hair was dry as straw
I thought about wearing my hair out
And wearing no shoes
But it all reminded me of...