I know the lock won’t hold
I could pry it open with a butter knife
and the door’s only a cheap piece of plywood
but I still get the urge to check it twice
I sit on the floor with my back against the door
trying to disappear, just don’t come in here
please just don’t come in here
I wrote on the wall with black ink
A caricature saying, “happy holiday”
Then I drew all over my arms and legs
It’s permanent but it washes away
I sit on the floor with my back against the door
trying to disappear, just don’t come in here
please just don’t come in here
I never wore a cap and a gown
They said I’d never get out of this town
But I defied everyone
I always knew how to hide, then I learned to run
So I don’t have to sit on the floor with my back against the door
Trying to disappear, please just don’t come in here
please just don’t come in here
just don’t come in here