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 through Three 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 you And nothing was ever the same again An 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 --- Visiting Day - Dead to Me