worn out aesthetic

I dreamt on the drive home
What I couldn't see
All the windows were fogged out
I couldn't see

My headached
Yeah my headached

The car was silent
I couldn't hear
All the snow at the tires
But I couldn't hear

My headached
Yeah my headached

All the worn out aesthetic
Its making me sick
All the windows were smashed out
Its making me, its making me

Could I escape
Could I escape
Could I escape
Would I escape