Driving with the wipers on In the morning, when its not raining Just to get a false sense of clarity Of whats in front of me What's in front of me Is not what its supposed to be I'm using the sanctuary (I used when I was 18) But I'm not 18 anymore Oh I'm just far too poor You wouldn't have crushed a bug So why did you crush me My heart is as empty as my wallet on the weekends