Lyrics:

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 glass, 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 shit
When I walk out into the yard
Nostalgic, high school, smoke in cars