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Got a coffee stain on my notebook
Smells like last night
Tastes like doubt
Every blank page feels like a window
I keep staring through
Then backing out
Maybe it’s hiding in small things (oh)
Text from a friend I forgot to ring
Crack in the wall
Little beam sneaks in
Whispers
“start here
Start here”
I’m chasing that spark in the static
That one crooked line that feels right
When every idea turns to ashes
I’ll sit in the smoke
Wait for light
If all that I’ve got is a feeling
I’ll follow it out of my head
That tiny spark in the static
Might be the start of the rest of it