Driver
Maya Hawke Lyrics

One, two, three, four
The song begins with a simple counting, setting the rhythm and introducing the theme of change.

I cook and I clean now
I have taken on new responsibilities and tasks in my life.

I do different things than I used to do
I have changed my daily routine and habits.

Feel I'm always rinsin' dishes
I constantly find myself washing dishes, a mundane task that reminds me of you.

I load them and I think about you
While doing these chores, my mind often wanders and I think about you.

I imagine my mom and dad
I envision my parents, my mom and dad, in a romantic situation.

Loosely neckin' in the back of a taxi cab
I imagine them passionately kissing and being affectionate in the intimate setting of a taxi cab.

I'd give everything I'll ever have to see them happy
I would sacrifice everything I possess just to witness their happiness and love.

Kissin' just like that
Their spontaneous and genuine display of affection is what I yearn for.

And oh, I can watch it in the movies
I can easily observe and experience such romantic scenes in movies.

I don't wanna see it that crafted and clear
However, I don't desire to witness love portrayed in a scripted and perfected manner.

Wanna be the pervert driver
Instead, I long to be the voyeuristic driver, secretly observing and indulging in their love through a tilted mirror.

Gazin' at them through a tilted mirror
I want to discreetly watch their intimate moments reflected in a distorted mirror.

I stay up, I play Backgammon now
I have changed my nighttime activities and now engage in playing Backgammon.

Not a dirty glass, I drink straight from the spout
I no longer worry about having dirty glasses and instead directly drink from the tap.

I sleep through the night now
Thanks to the medication you left at my house, I am finally able to sleep peacefully throughout the night.

On the medication you left at my house
I am dependent on the medication you left behind, a reminder of your presence and influence in my life.

I miss you like the soft spot at the top of my baby skull's rose
The feeling of missing you is as delicate and tender as the soft spot on a baby's skull, a significant longing.

I miss you like my phone tonight
I yearn for you intensely, just like I long for my phone when it is not by my side.

I miss you like my openness that closed
The absence of your presence has caused a closure within me, a loss of the openness and vulnerability I once had.

Now I'll tell you a secret
In this moment, I am about to reveal a secret.

A secret that everyone already knows
Ironically, the secret I am about to share is something that is already commonly known or understood by everyone.

You remind me of my father
You possess qualities and characteristics that are similar to those of my father.

Your attitude, your disheveled clothes
Your way of behaving and your somewhat unkempt appearance resemble that of my father.

Thinkin' of you makes me happy
Thoughts of you bring me joy and happiness.

Happy that my father, he got free
I find happiness in the fact that my father gained his freedom, breaking away from a certain burden or constraint.

That even though it hurt me
Although it caused me pain and hurt to see my father's transformation,

He can be whoever the hell he wants to be
I take solace in knowing that my father now has the freedom to be his true self, regardless of societal expectations or opinions.

You see, a free man can be relied on
A person who is liberated and true to themselves can be trusted and counted on.

Trusted not to let go of the bike
They are reliable and dependable, they won't abandon or let go of what they hold dear, just like someone riding a bike.

Nothin' stickin' his feet to the ground
There is nothing tying them down or holding them back, allowing them to move forward freely.

No one's holdin' a string to his kite
They are not being controlled or manipulated by someone else, like a person who holds a string attached to a kite.