Fridge Light Halo

Fridge light halo, two AM. Cold air on my face again. Takeout box with my name on. Half a fry and a fortune gone. We're just leftover leftovers. Still here after everyone's gone. Kinda soggy, Kinda perfect. All the flavor nobody saw. If the world come and find us, We'll be dancing by the fridge door. We're just leftover leftovers. But I keep coming back more. Oh, yeah. Post-it Note on the orange juice. "Please don't drink," but I bend the rules. Laughing quietly, barefoot toes. You text away with a crooked smile. We're just leftover leftovers. Still here after everyone's gone. Kinda messy, Kinda magic. All the pieces that don't belong. If the world will come and find us, We'll be singing by the fridge door. We're just leftover leftovers. But I keep coming back for more. But I keep coming back for more. But Keep coming back for But keep coming back for more. But I keep coming for more