I spent my time fishing through pockets of old winter coats
looking for a weathered New York City subway token charm
But instead I found a shattered silver pocket watch
a present given to me to mark my twenty first year
But the time had never stopped
The months rolled on
Nine years passed without a sound
the ticking heart bead dead and gone
I wasted days thinking about how I wasted so much time
I sat alone in my room while the weeks went by
Someone save me from this tomb in Graceland
I was hiding in an attic the past two years cuz I'm a fugitive
Call the detectives in
I'm ready to confess
all the terrible things I did
It's time for my sinking heart to rest
It's time for my sinking heart to rest
It's time for my sinking heart to rest
It's time for my sinking heart to rest