Something is wrong, inside of me And finally now I think I see Something has been wrong, for years over years I stand alone, in a crowded room And nobody knows, no one but you Something has been wrong for years But I'm not ready To fill my pockets full of rocks 'Cause even a broken clock can get read twice a day But I'm not ready To swap my shoes for concrete blocks 'Cause I can't afford to let time, just slip away And I'm not ready, to throw it all away Consider this, my final notice Deleting your numbers from my phone Well it's time to move on Passport, escapades Airoplane runaways Burn my clothes and bury my songs But I'm not ready To fill my pockets full of rocks 'Cause even a broken clock can get read twice a day But I'm not ready To swap my shows for concrete blocks 'Cause even a broken clock can get read twice a day And I'm not ready To fill my pockets, my pockets full of rocks 'Cause even a broken clock can get read twice a day 'Cause I'm not ready To swap my shoes, to swap my shoes 'Cause even a broken clock can get read twice a day And I'm not ready to throw it all away