Building Room for Something

[Verse 1]
Room one: the paper-wing machine
I built at twelve from glue and tin
It never rose above the floor
I left the little launch marks in
Room two holds every almost-me
In coats of dust and borrowed names
I used to lock the doors at dusk
Now I turn the brass key again

[Pre-Chorus]
Come see the seams, the crooked frames
The plans that changed before they flew
I’m done pretending I was made
Without the work that brought me through

[Chorus]
I open every door, let the daylight take its measure
All my unfinished shapes belong beneath this roof
I am not the failed design; I’m the hand that keeps on drawing
Past the last display, I’m building room for something new

[Verse 2]
A glass case keeps the map I tore
When every road bent out of line
A model city missing streets
Still shows me where I meant to climb
The visitors leave penciled notes
Beside the names I couldn’t keep
I read them as the evening comes
And let the next foundation sleep

[Bridge]
No blueprint owns the coming years
No door must stay where it was set
I carry every measured flaw
As useful marks, not my regret

[Final Chorus]
I open every door, let the daylight take its measure
All my unfinished shapes belong beneath this roof
I am not the failed design; I’m the hand that keeps on drawing
Past the last display, I’m building room for something new

[Outro]
One more wing, one more beginning
Leave the old rooms open wide