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"I loved the statue that I carved, I didn't love the stone..." 🛠️💔

"The Mechanic of Broken Things" is a raw, acoustic Indie Folk ballad about the "Savior Complex." It tells the story of someone who falls in love not with who their partner is, but with who they could be if they were just "fixed."

This song explores the painful realization that trying to heal someone else is often just vanity in disguise. It’s for anyone who wasted their golden hours trying to use a wrench to tighten up a wandering soul.

Lyrics:(Yeah...)
(I tried.)
(I really tried.)
I saw the cracks in the porcelain, I saw the rust on the steel.
Most people would have run away, but I loved the way it feels.
I didn't see a tragedy, I saw a fixer-upper prize,
I saw the reflection of my own ego living in your eyes.
I brought my toolbox to the dinner table, I brought my glue to bed,
Trying to silence all the demons that were screaming in your head.
I treated your trauma like a puzzle I was qualified to solve,
Watching my patience harden and my sanity dissolve.
(Dissolve...)
I sanded down the jagged edges with the palms of my own hands.
I built a castle on a foundation made of shifting sands.
I thought if I bled enough, the blood would make you whole,
But you can’t use a wrench to tighten up a loose and wandering soul.
I am the Mechanic of Broken Things!
Lord of the glue and the puppet strings.
I fell in love with your potential, and now I’m lonely with your truth,
I wasted all the golden hours of my faded youth.
(Oh-oh-oh!)
I wanted to be the architect who saved you from the rain,
But you were only happy when you were dwelling in the pain.
I loved the statue that I carved, I didn't love the stone,
Now I’m standing in the workshop... all alone.
You never asked to be repaired, you never asked for help.
I put you on the pedestal, I put myself on the shelf.
I needed you to be the victim so that I could be the knight,
It wasn't mercy, it was vanity hidden in the light.
You’re comfortable in the wreckage, you know where every piece is laid,
You hate the sunshine that I offered, you prefer the shade.
And now my hands are dirty, and my heart is running on fumes,
Sweeping up the expectations in these empty, quiet rooms.
(So quiet...)
I sanded down the jagged edges with the palms of my own hands.
I built a castle on a foundation made of shifting sands.
I thought if I bled enough, the blood would make you whole,
But you can’t use a wrench to tighten up a loose and wandering soul.
I am the Mechanic of Broken Things!
Lord of the glue and the puppet strings.
I fell in love with your potential, and now I’m lonely with your truth,
I wasted all the golden hours of my faded youth.
(Oh-oh-oh!)
I wanted to be the architect who saved you from the rain,
But you were only happy when you were dwelling in the pain.
I loved the statue that I carved, I didn't love the stone,
Now I’m standing in the workshop... all alone.
You are not a project.
You are a person.
And I...
I am not a savior.
I’m just a fool with a hammer.
Looking for a nail.
(Just a nail.)
I loved the statue that I carved...
(But it wasn't you.)
I didn't love the stone.
(It was just a stone.)
I’m the Mechanic...
Of Broken Things.
And I’m closing up the shop.
(I’m done.)
(Stay broken.)

💬 Discussion: Have you ever fallen in love with someone's "potential" instead of their reality? Did you try to fix them? Share your story in the workshop below.

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