Driver's License

Heartbreak Journey: Driving Through Memories
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I got my driver's license last week

Just obtained my driver's license recently.

Just like we always talked about

As we often discussed or planned.

'Cause you were so excited for me

You were enthusiastic about this achievement for me.

To finally drive up to your house

With the intention to drive to your place at last.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Today, I drove around the suburban area.

Cryin' 'cause you weren't around

Tears flowed while driving due to your absence.

And you're probably with that blonde girl

You're likely spending time with a blonde girl.

Who always made me doubt

Who always made me uncertain or mistrustful.

She's so much older than me

She's significantly older and embodies my insecurities.

She's everything I'm insecure about

She possesses qualities that make me feel insecure.

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs

Again, I drove through the suburbs today.

'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

Wondering how I could love someone else.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

Recognizing our imperfections but feeling a unique connection.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

I can't fathom how you're seemingly fine after my departure.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Expressing doubt about the sincerity of your song lyrics about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

You promised forever, yet I drive past your street alone now.

And all my friends are tired

My friends are weary of hearing how much I miss you.

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

But I pity them for not knowing you like I do.

I kinda feel sorry for them

Sympathizing with my friends' lack of understanding.

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

They can't comprehend you the way I do.

Today I drove through the suburbs

Once more, I drove through the suburbs.

And pictured I was driving home to you

Imagining I'm driving back to our shared home.

And I know we weren't perfect

Acknowledging our imperfections again.

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

Feeling an intense emotion I've never felt for anyone else.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

I can't comprehend your ease after our breakup.

I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Questioning the sincerity of your song lyrics about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Despite promising forever, I now drive alone past your street.

Red lights, stop signs

Noting red lights and stop signs along the way.

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Your presence lingers in familiar places and objects.

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

Unable to pass by our shared memories without pain.

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Expressing love despite the breakup.

Sidewalks we crossed

Recalling moments walking together.

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Hearing echoes of your voice amidst the traffic.

Over all the noise

Despite the chaos, memories of our laughter persist.

God, I'm so blue, know we're through

Feeling deeply sad even though it's over.

But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Still holding onto love despite the breakup.

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

Acknowledging the uniqueness of the feelings.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

Can't understand how you're seemingly fine post-breakup.

'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Doubting the sincerity of your song lyrics about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Despite promising forever, I continue to drive alone past your street.

Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Reflecting on your promise of forever while driving past.

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