Angelina tries to fix her head
She don't know why she don't leave her bed
Fear, no trust
Down pretty girl by the window, stained gla**, smokin' again
Angelina's on the blood stained bed, sippin' chamomile and lit incense
I've noticed all her friends got kids, grew up real fast, married some sh**
When I walk out into the yard
Nostalgic, high school, smoke in cars