my heart was a pocket watch
you made me tick
when you threw me away
now the buttons don't click
you carried me everywhere
I served best as I could
holding on to your side
my shine always stood
one trip down the slope
and down the clock went
hit the floor hard
my gears being spent
my hands froze at midnight
still stuck on a dream
my watchman was never
the man that he seemed
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
my heart was a pocket watch
you made me tick
when you threw me away
now the buttons don't click
you carried me everywhere
I served best as I could
holding on to your side
my shine always stood
one trip down the slope
and down the clock went
hit the floor hard
my gears being spent
my hands froze at midnight
still stuck on a dream
my watchman was never
the man that he seemed
