The Boiler Room Lyrics

I've been destitute but never broke beyond repair

A hollow body is an empty shell until it finds purpose in the air

So fuck fresh starts, all fairytales, false hope and make believe

I double down on this weary body to see what it might bring

I'll open up, knowing I'm bound to fall

And when the concrete tears this flesh, I'll paint a portrait with the blood

I'll try again, expecting the same results

But when that blood it dries, I'll have made something to call my own

When they built this body, they used 90% spare parts

But they made the mistake of giving it a boiler room for a heart

I've got a deviated septum and a pocketful of wild ideas

But I've developed quite a talent for building something outta broken things

So if you say I've lost my touch

In my defense I never had it

And though you claim that I'm coming undone

Well, it was always a part of the package

'Cause if you wanna know the honest truth

I think composure is fucked and symmetry is kinda dull

I mean for what it's worth

I've been destitute but never broke beyond repair

A hollow body is an empty shell until it finds purpose in the air

So fuck fresh starts, all fairytales, false hope and make believe

I double down on this weary body to see what it might bring

I'll swim out to sea, knowing the waves are far too tall

And sure I'll probably drown, but there's a chance that I might just evolve

I'll try again, when this body washes up ashore

Cause as the water leaves your lungs, it's almost as if you've been reborn

When they built this body, they used 90% spare parts

But they made the mistake of giving it a boiler room for a heart

I've got a deviated septum and a pocketful of wild ideas

But I've developed quite a talent for building something outta broken things

So if you say I've lost my touch

In my defense I never had it

And though you claim that I'm coming undone

Well, it was always a part of the package

'Cause if you wanna know the honest truth

I think composure is fucked and symmetry is kinda dull

I mean for what it's worth

I know it feels hopeless trying

But in the absence of callings

There's a certain beauty in broken things

Every torn seam

I know it feels hopeless trying

But in the absence of callings

There's a certain beauty in broken things

Every torn seam and each mistake