Somehow, it's too late

There is something ticking inside of you

"tick tick tick"

I hear it, and I know you do too

Its the clock with a battery that I know will soon die

The hands will stop moving when I need them most

and what will I do with myself then?

When I am forced to leave you behind on my dresser

Pick up a new watch

Strap her on my wrist

And ask her to tell me the time.