DRIVERS LICENSE

I got my driv ers li cense last week, just like we al ways talked a (G)bout.

’Cause you were so ex cit ed for me to fi n’lly drive up to your (Eb)house.

But to day I drove through the sub urbs, cry ing ’cause you weren’t a (Bb)round.

And you’re prob ’ly with that blond girl who al ways made me doubt.

She’s so much old er than me; she’s ev ’ry thing I’m in se cure a bout.

Yeah, to (Eb)day I drove through the sub urbs,

’cause how could I ev er love some one (Bb)else?

And (Eb)I know we weren’t per fect, but I’ve (Eb)nev er felt this way

for (Bb)no one.

And (Eb)I just can’t i mag ine how you (Eb)could be so o kay now that I’m gone.

I guess

(Eb)me.

’Cause

(Bb)street.

And all my friends are tired of hear ing how much I miss you; but I kind of feel sor ry for them, ’cause do.

Yeah, to

(Eb)day I drove through the sub urbs

and pic tured I was driv ing home

to you.

And (Bb)street.

(G)Red lights, stop signs, (Eb)I still see your face in the (Bb)white fic; we’re front yards.

(F)Can’t drive past the plac es we (G)used to know go to, ’cause (Eb)I still fuck in’ love you, babe.

(Eb)I know we weren’t per fect, but I’ve (Eb)nev er felt this way

for (Bb)no one.

And (Eb)I just can’t i mag ine how you (Eb)could be so o kay now that I’m gone.

Guess

(Eb)me.

’Cause

(Bb)street.

Yeah,

(G)street.