Текст песни Driver - Maya Hawke

One, two, three, one

I cook and I clean now
I do different things than I used to do
Feel I'm always rinsing dishes
I load them and I think about you

I imagine my mom and dad
Loosely necking in the back of a taxi cab
I'd give everything I'll ever have to see them happy
Kissing 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
Gazing 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 closеd

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

Thinking 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 relied on
Trusted not to let go of the bike
Nothing sticking his feet to the ground
No one's holding a string to his kite