[Storyteller.]

The broken clock is a comfort;
it helps me sleep tonight.
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
from stealing all my time.
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.
So I'm holding on...

The broken locks
were a warning;
you got inside my head.
I tried my best
to be guarded;
I'm an open book instead.
I still see your reflection
inside of my eyes
that are looking
for a purpose;
they're still looking for life.