Lyric

Found you in the dryer

Clinging to the metal screen

Lonely little rainbow

From a life of in-between

You used to have a partner

Now it’s just you and the lint

Spinning in a circle

Picking up the world in bits

Leftover socks

All the ones that don’t match anything

Still on the floor

Under beds like secret little kings

We’re leftover socks

Still here when everyone moves on

Wrong color

Wrong pattern

But we’re hanging on

Hanging on

You rode in someone’s sneaker

You slept behind the couch

You watched a couple break up

Over something small and loud

You soaked up spilled-out coffee

You muffled midnight tears

You did it all in silence

Year by year by year

Leftover socks

All the ones that don’t match anything

Still on the floor

Under beds like secret little kings

We’re leftover socks

Still here when everyone moves on

Wrong color

Wrong pattern

But we’re hanging on

Hanging on

Maybe we’re the misfits

Maybe we’re the spare

But every soft

Forgotten thread

Still says “I was there” (Yeah)

Leftover socks

All the ones that don’t match anything

Still on the floor

Under beds like secret little kings

We’re leftover socks

Still here when everyone moves on

Wrong color

Wrong pattern

But we’re hanging on

Hanging on (Oh)

We’re hanging on

Hanging on