The Room I'm Hiding In

There once was desperation,
now just medication.
The bathroom walls have always been so scribbled on,
just like your skin.
But that's the room I'm hiding in.
It's just a vindication.

So hang the flag at half mast,
for a blonde girl with a leg cast,
who lay up in that un-lit room,
and no one spoke,
and no one moved,
until the air filled up with fear.
I've never felt my body disappear so fast.

I burned your dissertation.
I spurned the celebration.
You'll find me down this dirty hall.
I'm hiding behind this silent wall.
But in my darkest midnight,
I'll still take an invitation

Oh, I will take an invitation. x2