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.