Visiting Day

I woke up shaking in a room that I shared with 3 strangers

And it was visiting day

So I walked down the stairs and then into that room

I felt your presence first and then impending doom

I spoke without a sound but you heard every word

I'm more sorry than you know for everything I put you throughThree weeks passed, then you came back

You picked me up and drove me home

To the city over that bridge

Then you put your hand on the back of my neck

You said, I'm proud of youAnd nothing was ever the same againAn overwhelming resonating voice

Second-guessing every single choice

Now I've gotta find a new escape

For this blood that itches and this head that aches

I've got no reaction

Every action is true