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