closing my eyes when i drive back in my hometown, past every bar i've been thrown out i can't make it to class so i'm drunk in my car i can't roll my window up
the glass is stuck in the door
at home there's blood on my bed and no running water there is a room i don't go in i see myself through the door me and my mom used to hide there crying our prayers through a window
a fig tree covered in water holds the moonlight like a prisonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
