Bright Red Helmet

left a message inside her room
it's written all across her face
this isn't how I planned to lose

she turns around and she won't look back
she puts her bright red helmet on
and crosses every single line

the coffee's stale and the milk turned sour
she'll swallow right before she falls
if I could only change her mind

just keep quoting her favorite lines
get it in her pictionary head
she'll decipher what's inside

and I recall
the way she'd spit out
phrase after lazy phrase

her paper walls
filter her sounds
make sure that anything is possible tonight

and it looks like things
are about to fall apart
right on cue
they're about to fall apart