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

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
They are looking for a purpose
They’re still looking for life

Broken’, by Lifehouse