Taylor's First 8 String - Panucci's Pizza

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 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