The clock in the hall's been broke for years
and I ain't never tried to fix it.
truth is i'm not so good with my hands,
especially when i'm crawling my way through the dark.


i've told you a dozen times, to your ever-changing face
not to lose your expectations any.
but sometimes i want to crawl in between the second-hand
and take a break, maybe stargaze 
and hope i'm not letting anyone down.


truth is, i'm full of flaws and weaknesses and
i'm constantly reminding myself they're there
like a shadow distorting my height and blocking the view.
i'd rather just rest my head, maybe stargaze
and understand i'm full of curiosity and surprises,
capable of caressing with trembling hands and an eager heart,
ready to change, and learn  ??