[Verse 1] I was small in the frame, big in the ache. Palm on the glass, watching my own shape. Mama said, “Breathe slow, don’t fight the rain.” But I held every bruise like a name I couldn’t change. Late bus home, mud on my shoes. Pocket full of almosts, nothing left to lose. I kept my voice tucked down where the hurt won’t look, then I found a little fire in a folded-up book. [Pre-Chorus] And maybe I was built from the broken and the bright. Maybe all that distance was a door I had to bite. So I leaned into the dark, let it call me by my name, heard my own heart answer like a match in the rain. [Chorus] spark and the space in between spark and the space in between That’s where I found me (That’s where I found me) spark and the space in between spark and the space in between I was never just one thing (never just one thing) [Verse 2] Old sneakers by the stairs, letters in a box. Half of them were “maybe,” half were “what ifs,” tossed. I used to think freedom meant a door flung wide, but it was in the choosing what to keep inside. One friend on the porch, one song on repeat, one truth in my mouth like a beat I could keep. I stopped asking permission from the sky, from the past, started drawing little exits in the cracks I had. [Pre-Chorus] And the mirror didn’t save me, but it didn’t have to. I just needed one second to become what I went through. So I let my hands shake, let my shoulders fall apart, and the quiet made a doorway right through the center of my heart. [Chorus] spark and the space in between spark and the space in between That’s where I found me (That’s where I found me) spark and the space in between spark and the space in between I was never just one thing (never just one thing) [Bridge] Funny how the wound can teach you how to glow. Funny how the leaving can be the place you go. I thought the answer lived in the finish line. Turns out it was hiding in the pause between the lines. [Final Chorus] spark and the space in between spark and the space in between That’s where I found me (That’s where I found me) spark and the space in between spark and the space in between I was never just one thing (never just one thing) [Outro] And if I’m honest, maybe I’m still becoming. A little light, a little loss, and a whole lot of something. I used to chase the spark. Now I honor the space. Because the thing I was looking for was my own open face.
