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 your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life
~Lifehouse – Broken
Penelope,
My life is so broken, I'm so alone and lonely all at the same time and mostly by choice, if I let no one in, it won't break me more than I already am. The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight, right now, that is all I am worth.
Thoughts of you constantly fill my head, I can't stop them, I have tried relentlessly, maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time, but then what would there be to think about? The hurt and pain I see at work, the scenes that come home with me every time and you help me to chase them away. I need you, you are my solace, I would not be able to do my job as well as I do, without you.
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts, you deserve so much better. I am damaged at best, like you've already figured it out, but you still come around, still want my friendship...maybe more. I think you deserve so much more, better than me. I don't deserve you, you are too good for me.
You are my solace, without you I would fall into the darkness and it would consume me. I need you as much as you need me. When you got shot, I was falling apart, barely breathing, I couldn't lose you. I watched you fall into a relationship with Lynch and it gave me a broken heart, it was still beating, but broken no less. You deserved to be happy. In the pain there is healing, I will get better for me I suppose, it should with time, but in your name I find meaning, it still brings a smile to my face, probably always will.
I let you in, the broken locks were a warning, you got inside my head, you are all I think about. I have tried distractions, but even they don't work anymore. I tried my best to be guarded but with you I am an open book instead, I am prepared to tell you everything and that scares me to death.
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes, you are so perfect and pure, just looking for purpose and life. I like to believe I could give that to you, but I am unable to promise you that. I can promise you that I love you, like no other and hope that it will be enough for you to take a chance on me.
Derek