Window - Coma Cinema

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 prison