Not Even A Spark (7.6.25)

Jessey C

One Newport left in the pack
I know that we ain’t coming back
Waving goodbye to my friends
Beginnings can feel like the end

Thrusters go off underneath
Vibrations under my feet
Can’t help but think of that thrill
Card in my spokes as I’m bombing the hill

And I don’t see why we’re doing this
I’m not sure we were meant to exist

Reach for my light in the pack
Rummage around like a dog in the trash
Pushing my thumb on the wheel
Not even a spark will ignite around here