Driving with the wipers on
In the morning, when it's not raining
Just to get a false sense of clarity
Of what's in front of me
What's in front of me
Is not what it's supposed to be
I'm using the sanctuary
That I used when I was eighteen
But I'm not eighteen anymore
Oh, I'm just far too poor
You wouldn't have crushed a bug
So why did you crush me?
You wouldn't have crushed a bug
So why did you crush me?
You wouldn't have crushed a bug
So why did you crush me?
You wouldn't
My heart is as empty as my wallet on the weekends