I breathed hard, one with the night chill
As the hands of the watch you gave me
Struck at the lucky hour of three
Right then, everything was at a standstill
I held it first when I was as brazen as fifteen
Brawny brown leather straps clenching time in its place
It looked anything but plain for it had unusual grace
You told me to care for it, keep it dainty, keep it clean
It stopped ticking all of a sudden
So I kept it in my chest full of old, dead wonder
Past the days of making my young heart flutter
What you once prized became one of my forgotten
Last night, that watch spun quickly on my wounded thoughts
As a voice played out like a nightmare in my head, "He is sick."
And the tears flowed out freely like a river on one cheek
To the watch and to you, I'd say sorry, in fact lots
Perhaps I should've fixed it, should've done more
If I could go back, I'll have time reel on its little make
Perhaps it was all that it would ever take
To have you alive and perfectly alright as before
when you're in so much pain/how to unfeel