3d
Take me apart,
See what makes me tick.
Turn the key in my lock,
You’ll know,
When you hear me,
Click.
My heart is a clock,
Someday it’ll fall apart.
But while it’s running,
And I’m alive,
I’ll track the seconds,
Until we click,
Again.
See what makes me tick.
Turn the key in my lock,
You’ll know,
When you hear me,
Click.
My heart is a clock,
Someday it’ll fall apart.
But while it’s running,
And I’m alive,
I’ll track the seconds,
Until we click,
Again.
I remember we promised to wait until we were ready to be us. I don’t think either of us are waiting anymore, but sometimes I think about if we both found each other back in the theater and I put my arm around her like I desperately wanted to, then would we fall back again?
The poem was before all of this.
The poem was before all of this.
