Spare?
Am I really just the spare?
I'm not part of the town, not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly in-between
She's the scholar, athlete, poet
I'm the screw up, don't I know it
But then who could ever compare
Of course they're gonna think I'm just the spare
Well, I won't care
So I'm the extra bu*ton on a coat
In case another one comes loose
But if I have to be a bu*ton
Why can't I be a bu*ton that's of use?
Oops
I may lack style and I may lack grace
And once in a while I'll fall on my face
But this little bu*ton deserves a place in the sky
This bu*ton wants to fly
Wait! bu*tons can't fly, that doesn't make any sense
So I'm a rusty horseshoe hanging up over somebody's old barn door
And I'll be hanging there forever just wishing the horse had one leg more
And maybe I can't be the perfect one
And maybe I'm air at the side of fun
But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere
This horseshoe is more than just a spare
Someday I'll find my thing, a thing that's all my own
That thing that makes me part of something not just all alone
If only all these feelings I have in my heart
Could mean something to someone
How I'd love to play that part
So I'm just a second born sister
Who most of the town ignores
Like a bu*ton, like a horseshoe
Like a girl who's bad at metaphores
Maybe I don't have a magic touch
Maybe I don't have a talent as such
Just this heart with much too much to share
So I'll never be the air
But I'm more than just the spare
Sorry