Second Hand Time Lyrics by Cordelia Cross

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPIDdUa3LoE

 

[Verse 1]
I live between the ticks of borrowed clocks
Minutes handed down in mismatched blocks
A glance, a nod, a voice that fades
Love delivered in fragments, delayed

I trace the edges of someone else’s care
Piecing together what isn’t there
Moments stolen like sparks in the wind
Trying to grow where I’m never pinned

[Pre-Chorus]
I learn to stretch what little remains
To hold the warmth through invisible chains

[Chorus]
Second hand time, I breathe in your scraps
Living in the cracks of your collapse
Filling my lungs with the pieces you leave
Hoping one day I might believe
Second hand time, I take what I find
Counting the seconds you leave behind
I’ll make a life from these fragments of mine
Even if it’s second hand time

[Verse 2]
I wait for something that rarely comes
A touch, a word, a place where I belong
The hours drip like water from a sieve
Teaching me how hard it is to live

I measure my days in borrowed light
Learning to survive the quiet night
Every favor comes late or small
But I’ll rise despite it, I’ll take it all

[Pre-Chorus]
I learn to stretch what little remains
To hold the warmth through invisible chains

[Chorus]
Second hand time, I breathe in your scraps
Living in the cracks of your collapse
Filling my lungs with the pieces you leave
Hoping one day I might believe
Second hand time, I take what I find
Counting the seconds you leave behind
I’ll make a life from these fragments of mine
Even if it’s second hand time

[Verse 3]
I gather the moments, thread by thread
Building a life from what you shed
No one saw the hours I stole to grow
No one knew the strength in the slow

I’ll take these pieces, fragile and small
And make a world where I stand tall
Even if your care is thin and worn
I’ll bloom in the seconds you’ve torn

[Chorus]
Second hand time, I breathe in your scraps
Living in the cracks of your collapse
Filling my lungs with the pieces you leave
Hoping one day I might believe
Second hand time, I take what I find
Counting the seconds you leave behind
I’ll make a life from these fragments of mine
Even if it’s second hand time

[Final Chorus]
Second hand time, I breathe in your scraps
Living in the cracks of your collapse
I’ll build a fire from what’s left to survive
Even in second hand time, I’m alive