I am two words. I can only be lost, never won. Think of me and you'll lose. If you tell someone about me, they'll always play me. What am I?

I mark the hours but never sleep, My steady heart is wound to keep. Though hands I have, I hold no art, Yet time itself I hold in part.

I am known for measuring length, but I do not have lines or numbers. You might slip on me.

Cut off my first, yet I sound the same, I linger in linen, in air, in flame.

Use me to drink, use me to bathe, you can even use me to describe the way I behave.