One is the loneliest number.

I sit in this drawer full of misfits,

longing for my twin and the culprit

do you know what it's like to feel so encumbered?

stuffed away, unimportant, knowing your days are numbered

I still have purpose; you just watch and see

humans are creative, they'll have a plan for me

I can see me now as a headband or mitten

keeping you warm or catching sweat that glistens

but the reality hits

like a ton of bricks

I can't find my soulmate,

only one foot can I fit

the drawer opens fast

two hands search at last

are they gonna choose me?

did they find my other half?

they just needed more room,

new socks are coming soon

you know what this means?

pack your bags cause we're doomed

will they burn us all and turn us to soot?

will I be given to a man with only one foot?

whatever happened to my best friend Pete?

did he jump ship because he didn't like the smell of feet?

to all the missing socks who don't have a home.

please sing along with me to this bon voyage song

because the time is near, our time has passed

Damn! I was right, here comes the fricken trash.

Goodbye, cruel world!

Thank you for stopping by. 💖