Bright Red Helmet
Arne Van Petegem
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