I'm hanging on to the words you say

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight.
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time.
And I am here still waiting, though I still have my doubts.
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out.
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing, with a broken heart that's still beating.
In the pain there is healing. In your name I find meaning.
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head.
I tried my best to be guarded. I'm an open book instead.
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes, that are looking for purpose.
They're still looking for life.
You said that I would be ok.


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