Ms. Protagonist

Storytime was a special time for the girl on the cul-de-sac

Words she'd hear made worlds appear, brought light to the fading black

She'd wish on satellites instead of stars

To her, they were the same

She wrote poetry from her parents' car

Oh, it's such a shame

That she left it unread

All the stories, she left them unsaid

Skinned knees, climbing trees

All the dreams that I used to believe (ooh)

Now I stay asleep just to see

The smile of the girl I used to be

Where are you

Ms. Protagonist?

It's not like you

To lose yourself like this

When are you coming home?

Or have you outgrown

Ms. Protagonist?

She came of age, ran out of pages, greater expectations

For each new year, she would shed a tear, no more birthday celebration

Now she's terrified of growing older

Losing what's left of her youth (what's left of her youth)

She'd reminisce 'bout the sound of bliss

Before she knew the truth

Blue swings, little things

All the dreams that I want to believe

Now I stay asleep just to feel

The love of the girl I used to be

Where are you

Ms. Protagonist?

It's not like you

To lose yourself like this

When are you coming home?

Or have you outgrown

Ms. Protagonist?

Memories fall apart

We lose 'em in the dark

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

She wouldn't let herself

Belong to someone else

With a love too big to ever fit in someone else's words

Ms. Protagonist

It's not like you

To lose yourself like this

When are you coming home?

Or have you outgrown

Ms. Protagonist?