Storytime was a special time
For the girl on the culdesac
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?