[Verse 1] I build the rooms where you meet I lay the floor beneath your feet I choose the wine, I set the scene I am the space that sits between Every glance, every breath I am the architect of this Quiet, beautiful, terrible mess [Pre-Chorus] And my hands they shake, my vision blurs A symphony of silent words I'm choking on the atmosphere I've been crafting all this year! [Chorus] And I can't breathe, I can't think straight! I built this garden, but I'm at the gate! Watching flowers I made bloom While I'm wilting in this room! Every laugh is a shard of glass Watching this beautiful disaster pass! I'm the blueprint, I'm the design! But this heart, oh this heart is mine! [Verse 2] I chart the course of every smile I document it all the while My ledgers full of how you look The pages tremble, my pen is shook I am the curator of your joy A silent, screaming, captured boy In a museum of my own employ! [Pre-Chorus 2] And the walls are thin, I hear it all! I stand so straight, I feel so small! A general who's lost the war On the very peace I swore… I swore to keep! [Chorus] And I can't breathe, I can't think straight! I built this garden, but I'm at the gate! Watching flowers I made bloom While I'm wilting in this room! Every laugh is a shard of glass Watching this beautiful disaster pass! I'm the blueprint, I'm the design! But this heart, oh this heart is mine! [Bridge] What is this wire, pulled so tight? This day I structured, this specific light? Is it love or is it pride? A universe I built inside… That I can't enter, can't reside! It's tearing me apart! This… this… work of art! [Instrumental Break] [Frantic, racing strings and pounding piano, a feeling of spiraling, of losing control] [Final Chorus] AND I CAN'T BREATHE, I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT! I BUILT THIS GARDEN, BUT I'M AT THE GATE! WATCHING FLOWERS I MADE BLOOM! WHILE I'M WILTING IN THIS ROOM! EVERY LAUGH IS A SHARD OF GLASS! WATCHING THIS BEAUTIFUL DISASTER PASS! I'M THE BLUEPRINT, I'M THE DESIGN! BUT THIS HEART, OH THIS HEART IS MINE! [Outro] [Spoken, breathless, over fading, dissonant piano] The walls are thin… I hear everything… I made sure of it… I made sure… I made… [Gasp] What have I made? [sharp piano chord]
