"Driver" lyrics

"Driver"

One, two, three, one

I cook and I clean now
I do different things than I used to do
Feel I'm always rinsin' dishes
I load them and I think about you
I imagine my mom and dad
Loosely neckin' in the back of a taxi cab
I'd give everything I'll ever have to see them happy
Kissin' just like that

And oh, I can watch it in the movies
I don't wanna see it that crafted and clear
Wanna be the pervert driver
Gazin' at them through a tilted mirror

I stay up, I play Backgammon now
Not to dirty a glass, I drink straight from the spout
I sleep through the night now
On the medication you left at my house
I miss you like the soft spot at the top of my baby skull's rose
I miss you like my fontanels
I miss you like my openness that closed

Now I'll tell you a secret
A secret that everyone already knows
You remind me of my father
Your attitude, your disheveled clothes

Thinkin' of you makes me happy
Happy that my father, he got free
That even though it hurt me
He can be whoever the hell he wants to be

You see, a free man can be a relied on
Trusted not to let go of the bike
Nothin' stickin' his feet to the ground
No one's holdin' a string to his kite


Writer(s): Christian Hutson, Maya Hawke
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