A closed window
When it could be open
Oh but that depends on so many things
Does my mom want it open?
What's the weather like?
What's on the other side?
And I can see everything
The distractions
The different directions that aren't mine
And how selfish
I still have a fan inside
But the air it blows isn't as authentic
But you know, I'd have it open all the time if I could
If you wanted
If you wanted to open up to me