Spare...? Am I really just the spare?
I"m not part of the town, not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly inbetween
She"s the scolar, 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 b***on on a coat
In case an other one comes lose
But if I have to be a b***on
Why can't I be a b***on that"s of use, oops!
I may like style and I may like grace
And once in a while I fall on my face
But this little b***on deserves a place in the sky
This b***on wants to fly
Wait, b***ons 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 air 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 on 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 time ignores
Like a b***on, 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 a spare
I"m not part of the town, not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly inbetween
She"s the scolar, 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 b***on on a coat
In case an other one comes lose
But if I have to be a b***on
Why can't I be a b***on that"s of use, oops!
I may like style and I may like grace
And once in a while I fall on my face
But this little b***on deserves a place in the sky
This b***on wants to fly
Wait, b***ons 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 air 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 on 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 time ignores
Like a b***on, 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 a spare