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