Bright Red Helmet - Styrofoam

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