Second Hand (Sundowner)

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