spark spit lyrics
by June Henry
You're the spark-spitting shifting of the wood-kissing flame
You're the beat-up-sneakers-stepping, stolen-sunglassed face
If I'm a part of the album that you so deeply adore
I'm the stupid spoken intro that you always ignore
You're the double-barrel cigarette smoked speeding oneway street
You're the mediocre picture of the moon I took last week
I can't capture you in writing, can't even hold you in my mind
You're a dream that I'm forgetting that was never even minе
You're November snowing on mе while I squint beneath my hat
You're the monarch that rules over all those feral city cats
I'm a footnote of a footnote on a page of your good book
That no one'd even notice unless they knew where to look
[Outro]
Ew, I'm out of tune