Where Do My Socks Go?

[Verse 1]
Check the lint trap
Check behind the machine
Pulled out a hoodie from last Halloween
Got one blue sock
Staring back at me
Like
“Guess your toes are going solo
Buddy”
[Chorus]
Where do my socks go?
Every time I spin that wheel
One stays
One’s gone
Like it signed a record deal
Is there some backstage
For the things I used to own?
Where do my socks go
Or am I drying them alone?
[Verse 2]
Asked my roommate
He just shrugged and laughed
Said
“That’s how adulthood works
Man
Do the math”
Got five left shoes
Seven single socks
I’m building broken outfits in a cardboard box
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Maybe there’s a portal in the drum
Just humming
Little cotton rebels on the run
They’re running
Forming some society of stripes and holes
Holding tiny meetings about tired soles
[low vocal register]
If you hear them marching in the walls at night
That’s my missing pairs
Living their best life
[Chorus]

rock, Crunchy 2000s alt-rock: overdriven guitars, live kit with roomy snare, bass glued to kick. Verses stay tight and slightly palm-muted; chorus explodes with open chords and gang vocals on the hook. Short middle-eight with tom-heavy build, then last chorus up a notch with ad-libs and feedback tail. Male vocals, slightly sarcastic edge, pushed into a raw, energetic mix.