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 button on a coat In case another one comes loose
But if I have to be a button Why can't I be a button that's of use?
(Oops!)
I may lack style and I may lack grace And once in a while I fall on my face
But this little button deserves a place in the sky
This button wants to fly
Wait, buttons can't fly, it 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 err on 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 this feeling I have in my heart Could mean something to someone, how I'd love to play that part
So I'm just the second-born sister Who most of the town ignores
Like a button, like a horseshoe Like a girl who's bad at metaphors
Maybe I don't have a magic touch And maybe I don't have a talent as such
Just this heart with much too much to share
So I'll never be the heir But I'm more than just the spare
(Sorry!)