One can always count on you for the wittiest of comedic lyrics, Andrew. "It’s my emotional crutch (but only ankle high)" takes a special mind. I like the call and response aspect in the chorus. My only teeny issue is that I swear you said "potato" and not "betrayal". Was that just me or did anyone else here "potato"?

Aside, maybe your lost sock is somewhere along with a potato cube (I kid you not) that rolled onto the floor of the kitchen years ago and was never seen again. We looked everywhere and we still wonder to this day what ever became of it. Now whenever we can't find something, we know it has joined the potato cube in another dimension.