Is The Spark Shining Right?

(Verse 1) The coffee's cold again tonight Paper mountains near the light Three open drafts Two broken scenes And one idea still hiding in between I crossed out half the second page Then put the same lines back in place Because maybe they were weak before Or maybe I got scared and called it “polishing” once more (Pre-Chorus) And I keep sitting with the question Long after I should've gone to sleep (Chorus) Is the spark shining right? Or am I sanding edges down all night? Some stories crack when left too rough Some disappear when polished enough And I can't tell anymore If I'm repairing something Or quietly declaring war Against every strange imperfect thing That made it breathe before (Verse 2) There's a sentence I almost erased Because it felt too small, too plain No clever twist No grand reveal Just somebody hurting quietly still And maybe that's the part I fear The honest lines surviving here Because spectacle is easier to hide behind Than saying what you actually meant this time (Pre-Chorus 2) So I stare at the page again Trying to hear what still feels alive (Chorus) Is the spark shining right? Or are we dressing candles up as suns tonight? You trim and trim until the pulse won't show Then mourn the life the scene used to know And every time I think “This could still improve” Something in the room goes still Like the story's waiting to see If I mean improve Or remove (Verse 3) There's an unfinished chapter by the bed I think it likes me better unread Because untouched It still can be Every perfect version it promised me But finished things become themselves And shelved things slowly turn to ghosts And somewhere in between those two Is where I leave the things I love the most (Bridge) So maybe the question matters more Than finally getting it right Maybe the spark was never asking To survive perfection every night Maybe some things stay living Because they never fully settle clean Maybe art is not the sanding down But knowing what the roughness means (Final Chorus) Is the spark shining right? Or have I mistaken endless editing for care tonight? Maybe some scenes need smoke and scars Maybe some hearts beat strange on purpose in the dark I don't know anymore I only know The page felt warmer Before I tried to make it clean