Secondhand

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