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Building You From Splinters
(Verse 1)
The floor of my apartment is a sterile lab tonight
Got my blueprints spread out under cold fluorescent light
Stealing all the memories of every love that failed
Pressing all the wreckage into something that can't be derailed
I’m drawing diagrams of a perfect, easy smile
Convincing myself this controlled environment’s worthwhile.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every single fiber placed according to design
Engineered perfection, swearing that you’re really mine
But the grain is too perfect, and the color’s not quite right
I’m holding my own breath against the coming of the light.
(Chorus)
I’m building you from splinters and borrowed light
Just to fake a forest in the dead of night
I wrestle with these pieces that don’t wanna bend
And scream at the silence, ‘cause it’s all pretend
I’m fighting my own science, a war I can’t win
'Cause a love grown in a laboratory is a sin.
(Verse 2)
I told myself this new way means no wildfires, no decay
No chaotic seasons, no branches torn away
I took petri dish promises and swore they’d grow so tall
Built you strong and steady, so you’d never, ever fall
But my hands are worn from forcing it, from making it all true
And every single perfect piece just screams it isn't you.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every single fiber placed according to the rules
I'm the worst kind of liar, armed with genius-level tools
And the heartwood's hollow, and the surface is a lie
I'm terrified of asking the simple question, 'Why?'
(Chorus)
I’m building you from splinters and borrowed light
Just to fake a forest in the dead of night
I wrestle with these pieces that don’t wanna bend
And scream at the silence, ‘cause it’s all pretend
I’m fighting my own science, a war I can’t win
'Cause a love grown in a laboratory is a sin.
(Bridge)
And tonight, I heard a crack—not loud, just like a sigh
A fracture in the surface, underneath a perfect sky
I'm watching all my hard work split apart along the seams
Wreckage of my careful, calculated, hollow dreams
I'm letting it all go now, letting the structure fail
Finally surrendering to the hurricane and hail.
(Outro)
Just give me one real splinter...
Let it break my skin...
Let a real and tangled forest in...
Oh, let the wilderness begin...
Let it in...
About The Song
"Building You From Splinters" translates a scientific breakthrough—the creation of lab-grown wood—into a raw metaphor for a modern emotional struggle. The news story about fabricating wood to avoid deforestation sparked the idea of someone trying to construct a 'perfect' relationship to avoid the 'deforestation' of their own heart from past trauma. Musically, it channels the soulful, dynamic intensity of artists like Teddy Swims, moving from a quiet, methodical verse that represents the careful 'building' process to an explosive, desperate chorus. This is where the protagonist’s active agency comes into play: they aren't just feeling empty; they are *wrestling* with the artifice they’ve built. The song embodies the AAM (Active Agency Mandate) by framing the emotional state not as passive suffering, but as an active, desperate, and ultimately failing project—the human fight to control love, and the beautiful, terrifying moment of surrendering that control.
Production Notes
Genre: Soul Pop / Blues Rock
Instrumentation: Start sparse. A clean, melancholic electric piano (Rhodes-style) carries the verses. A deep, simple bass line enters on the second half of Verse 1. Build into the pre-chorus with a swelling Hammond organ. The chorus needs to explode with power: a heavy, slightly behind-the-beat drum groove, layers of gritty backing vocals, and a lead guitar that answers the vocal lines. The bass should become more melodic and driving in the chorus.
Vocals: The key is dynamic range. The verses should be delivered in a low, almost conversational but intensely emotional tone, close-mic'd with a warm condenser like a Neumann U 47 to capture every breath and imperfection. The chorus demands a full-throated, powerful belt with a touch of natural rasp and grit. Performance over perfection is paramount. Let the voice crack in the bridge. Double-track the chorus vocals and pan them slightly for width.
Mix: Keep the verses intimate and dry. Use mix automation to widen the stereo field dramatically as the chorus hits. The drums should sound huge but organic—real room reverb, not a sterile plate. A touch of slap-back delay on the lead vocal in the chorus can give it a classic, soulful edge. Let the outro fade with just the piano and the final vocal ad-libs, drenched in a long, dark hall reverb to signify the final emptiness and release.
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