words

The Broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you

I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what, you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on, to the words you say
You said that I will, will be okay
The broken light on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
But I haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
Barely holding on to you

Funny story

So it was just Megan and I for supper last night. I was feeling kind of lazy, so we ended up having pasta salad and hot dogs. Megan loved her hot dog and gobbled it up. All except for a chunck of her bun. I told her to finish up her bun and after she tried a little bite of it, she instantly threw it back on her plate and told me it was "gross". Where does my not even 2-year-old learn this stuff??!