she's a big noise in an empty roomnshe gets attention like a sonic boomnshe moves around me like the air I breathengets inside of me and she never leavesnnsomeday i'll find my way back innsomeday i'll cross that bridge again nand then I won't have to pretend nto be unbrokennnshe's a snowstorm on the 12th of Junenshe's a phone call that ends too soonnshe quotes a movie when you need advicendraws you pictures in the window icennsomeday i'll find my way back innsomeday i'll cross that bridge again nand then I won't have to pretend nto be unbrokennnand everything about her circles me npreys on me like a thiefnand everything about me drags her downnkills her without a soundnnsomeday i'll find my way back innsomeday i'll cross that bridge again nand then I won't have to pretend nsomeday i'll find my way back innsomeday i'll cross that bridge again nand then I won't have to pretend nto be unbrokennto be unbrokennto be unbroken