Driveways

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.