[Verse 1] I went looking for the center, but I only found a seam A patchwork of the nightmares and the chatter of the dream This hand survived the fire, this heart survived the flood But neither one is mine, they’re just borrowed from the mud I spent my childhood building walls before I built a face Now I’m just a collection of the things I can’t erase. [Pre-Chorus] There’s a flinch in my reflex I didn't put there There’s a ghost in my lungs when I’m breathing the air I’m a scavenger’s masterpiece, a survivor’s pride Stitched together from the parts of the people who died. [Chorus] Yeah, I’m the remnant, I’m the wreckage, I’m the scrap A map made of scars where I fell through every gap I never had a blueprint, I never had a name I’m just the lucky pieces that made it through the flame Stitched and salvaged, breath by breath The Frankenstein of my own life and death. [Verse 2] Why did this shoulder hold up while the rest of them fell? I’m a walking museum of a personal hell I don't have a "me," I just have "before" and "after" Borrowed sorrow and some echoing laughter I’m a machine made of memories I wasn't meant to keep A restless engine that’s forgotten how to sleep. [Bridge] Look in the mirror and I see a stranger’s eyes Built from the truth and a thousand survivalist lies I’m not a person, I’m a record of the war I don’t even know why I’m fighting anymore... ...But I’m still here! [Outro] Stitched and salvaged. With what’s left of me. (Piece by piece) Stitched and salvaged. With what’s left of me.
