Lost my Pick

Verse 1

Reached in my pocket for that little plastic friend

The one I've had since '08 that's finally wearing thin

Tore the couch apart again and shook out every boot

Checked the floorboard of the truck where it always used to root

Pre-Chorus

Now I'm staring at my fingers like they owe me an apology

Gonna have to use a credit card or maybe strum it country

Chorus

Lost my guitar pick somewhere between the coffee table and the kitchen

I swear that thing's got legs I never gave it permission

Twelve bucks for a bag of ten that I'll misplace by June

But right now I'd trade my whole paycheck for that little plastic moon

Post-Chorus

Pick pick pick pick

Where'd you go

Pick pick pick pick

I miss you so

Verse 2

I found a quarter and a nickel and a button from a coat

A bobby pin that's probably from somebody else's old vote

My dog looked up and tilted his head like I'd lost my mind

Searching in the shag carpet for a needle in a haystack find

Pre-Chorus

So I'm humming to the silence with an audience of one

My guitar's getting dusty and the fun has just begun

Chorus

Lost my guitar pick somewhere between the coffee table and the kitchen

I swear that thing's got legs I never gave it permission

Twelve bucks for a bag of ten that I'll misplace by June

But right now I'd trade my whole paycheck for that little plastic moon

Bridge

Maybe it's in the washer

Maybe it's in the yard

Maybe it followed that sock that disappeared

And now they're both on guard

Chorus

Lost my guitar pick somewhere between the coffee table and the kitchen

I swear that thing's got legs I never gave it permission

Twelve bucks for a bag of ten that I'll misplace by June

But right now I'd trade my whole paycheck for that little plastic moon

Post-Chorus

Pick pick pick pick

Where'd you go

Pick pick pick pick

I miss you so