(Verse 1) I’ll tell you a secret that I don’t share much, A lonely man’s tale with a shameful touch. By the side of my bed, stiff on the floor, Is a sock that’s been with me through nights I ignore. (Chorus) Yeah, that’s my dry sticky sock, don’t laugh too loud, I ain’t proud of it, but I’ll sing it out proud. Could’ve washed it away, but it stayed by my side, A crusty reminder of the nights I’ve cried. (Verse 2) I know it ain’t right, I know it looks bad, But it’s the closest to comfort that I ever had. Neighbors see laundry, but they don’t see me, Just a man and a secret he don’t set free. (Chorus) Yeah, that’s my dry sticky sock, don’t laugh too loud, I ain’t proud of it, but I’ll sing it out proud. Could’ve washed it away, but it stayed by my side, A crusty reminder of the nights I’ve cried. (Bridge) I wanted true love, I wanted a wife, But the sock hung around through the lonesome nights. It don’t hold my hand, it don’t say my name, But it knows all my sorrow, it’s seen all my shame. (Chorus) Yeah, that’s my dry sticky sock, don’t laugh too loud, I ain’t proud of it, but I’ll sing it out proud. Could’ve washed it away, but it stayed by my side, A crusty reminder of the nights I’ve cried. (Outro) So here’s to the lonely and the stories we keep, Of the stiff little secrets that haunt our sleep. I’m just a man with regrets, and a sock that won’t bend, A strange kind of lover, my first and last friend.
