I'm just sitting in the driveway
Listening to my gas tank
It's withering away
And I don't know the first thing,
About being lonely,
But nothing is scarier,
Than being outgoing
It's not like it bothers me,
I've been hearing sirens all day long,
When my bank account is empty,
Oh when my bank account is empty
I'll just write another song.
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