Second Hand

I spent my time fishing through pockets of old winter coats
 Yeah, looking for a weathered New York City subway token charm
 And instead I found a shattered silver pocket watch
 A present given to me to mark my 21st year
 But the time, it never stopped
 The months rolled on
 And nine years passed without a sound
 The ticking heartbeat 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
 And someone saved me from this tomb in Graceland
 I was hiding in an attic the past two years, yeah 'cause 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
 Time for my sinking heart to rest
 Time for my sinking heart to rest
 Time for my sinking heart to rest
 Time for my sinking heart to rest