[Verse 1] Found a little paper flag Crinkled in my pocket seam Blue ink Smudged name tag From a week-old pair of jeans Coffee stain in the corner Tiny tear through the date Smelled like soap and quarters Spun my brain till it felt strange [Chorus] It’s just a laundry ticket in my jeans But it’s holding every day that’s in between All the shirts I wore and nights I can’t quite keep Folded in a number on a creased white sheet Yeah This laundry ticket in my jeans Got me thinking ’bout the lives I leave in sleeves All the little stories that I never see Riding through the cycles silently [Verse 2] Number forty-seven Row three Someone circled “rush by ten” I remember running Half asleep Dropping off my week again Sock stuck in the dryer Stranger’s sweater on my pile All our lives on a wire Passing for a little while [Chorus] It’s just a laundry ticket in my jeans But it’s holding every day that’s in between All the shirts I wore and nights I can’t quite keep Folded in a number on a creased white sheet Yeah This laundry ticket in my jeans Got me thinking ’bout the lives I leave in sleeves All the little stories that I never see Riding through the cycles silently [Bridge] Maybe I’m a tag on someone’s sleeve (oh) Faded print that no one’s gonna read But you find me Weeks from now Crushed and soft And somehow proud [Chorus] It’s just a laundry ticket in my jeans But it’s holding every day that’s in between All the shirts I wore and nights I can’t quite keep Folded in a number on a creased white sheet Yeah This laundry ticket in my jeans Got me laughing at the things that carry me All the quiet moments that I always leave Riding through the cycles silently
