Making Repairs
Lord I give You everything inside of me
I give You everything that I can't find
Like the letters that I wrote to myself
when I was losing my mind
I bought an Ipod
thought it would fix me
but I haven't plugged it in two years
I booked a tour
called it vacation
but everytime I leave home in tears
Call it disruptive I'd say I'm lucky
I'd ruptured my internal affairs
My heart was broken, I needed a new one, new one, new one, new one
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I got a mountain bike
when I was 15
a faithful friend with nearly 20 gears
I rode it once in my new city
they stole off the back of my stairs
Call it disruptive I'd say I'm lucky
I'd ruptured my internal affairs
My heart was broken
I needed a new one, new one, new one, new one
I'll be in the basement making repairs
Another birthday
another year past
I wish I felt like celebrating
Instead the sadness is rubbing my shoulders
And the downward spiral is repeating
But it's existential
it's not real
these feeling that I must have made up
But they're real enough that my self-hatred
is something that I need to interrupt
So, Lord, I give You everything inside of me
the brokenness that I've been trying to hide
Like the parts inside me of that I lost
when I was running so blind
Call it disruptive I'd say I'm lucky
I'd ruptured my internal affairs
My heart was broken
I needed a new one, new one, new one, new one
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I give You everything that I can't find
Like the letters that I wrote to myself
when I was losing my mind
I bought an Ipod
thought it would fix me
but I haven't plugged it in two years
I booked a tour
called it vacation
but everytime I leave home in tears
Call it disruptive I'd say I'm lucky
I'd ruptured my internal affairs
My heart was broken, I needed a new one, new one, new one, new one
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I got a mountain bike
when I was 15
a faithful friend with nearly 20 gears
I rode it once in my new city
they stole off the back of my stairs
Call it disruptive I'd say I'm lucky
I'd ruptured my internal affairs
My heart was broken
I needed a new one, new one, new one, new one
I'll be in the basement making repairs
Another birthday
another year past
I wish I felt like celebrating
Instead the sadness is rubbing my shoulders
And the downward spiral is repeating
But it's existential
it's not real
these feeling that I must have made up
But they're real enough that my self-hatred
is something that I need to interrupt
So, Lord, I give You everything inside of me
the brokenness that I've been trying to hide
Like the parts inside me of that I lost
when I was running so blind
Call it disruptive I'd say I'm lucky
I'd ruptured my internal affairs
My heart was broken
I needed a new one, new one, new one, new one
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I'll be in the basement making repairs
I'll be in the basement making repairs
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Writer(s): Nathanael Steven Allen, Jessie Van Der Vyver
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