Broken

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight. Maybe it can start tomorrow, 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 thats still beating...

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 in the inside of my eyes, that are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life.