Friday, November 27, 2009


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 reflection inside of my eyes
that are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life

i'm hanging on another day
just to see what you will throw my way
and i'm hanging on to the words you say
you said that i would be okay

the broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
i may have lost my way now
haven't forgotten my way home

i'm holding on
i'm still holding on
i'm barely holding on to you.

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