If I were a symphony I would get into you
sliding in through those ears well adjusted and tuned
Once inside I'd realize about the big cloud you built
from pictures of memories we both never knew.

Your naive childhood, your red glasses, your chocolate shakes
grew up and gave way to indie-rock vinyls and tapes.
I'd see you lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling
projecting your upcoming life to what your parents said.

Don't go this way, listen what we say!
Your talent is too big to be wasted out there.

See your violin's case became lazy to spread
your fingertips lost that tenderness
realizing you're not anymore our violin girl."