Secondhand Spark

Yeah,

everything has a price.

Every tick, every shine.

Watch it change hands.

Fresh out the showroom,

pristine condition

Strap on the wrist like a sign of ambition

Eighty-eight diamonds, the gold is pristine

Signing the papers, I live like a king

Tax-free bonus, I made it,

I won

Glittering bright in the afternoon sun (shining)

Never imagined the luster would fade

Caught in the promise of everything made.

It goes tick-tock, hands on the face

Pass it along to another time and place From the showroom display

to the velvet box tray What represents wealth when the wealth goes

away?

(where did it go?)

Ten years later, the rent is overdue

Sitting in a waiting room,

looking at my shoe

Velvet box faded, the receipt is long gone

Just need enough to keep the power turned on Behind the bulletproof

glass, he offers a third I take the paper cash without saying

a word (no words) Left on the shelf in a row of

lost dreams

Nothing is ever as grand as it seems.

It goes tick-tock, hands on the face

Pass it along to another time and place From the showroom display

to the velvet box tray What represents wealth when the wealth goes

away? (yeah)

Kid walks in, twenty-one with a check

Thinks this heavy bezel gonna earn him respect

Scratches on the side but he don't even care

Flashes it on camera with a confident stare

Posting on his story,

making sure the world sees Begging for the high of some social

degrees (hahaha)

He bought the history but thinks it's brand new Another wrist to

ride on till the cycle is through.

Tick.

Tock.

Another name in the book.

(just another

name)