Who put the baby in the drivers seat
Beause I promise you I´m like 12
Why are you putting these keys in my hand
Ok I guess this is happnening
I used to have a car seat
It was blue AND pink with little flowers
I used to watch rain drops race down my window in the back seat
My dad would drive and my mom would sit in front
And they would hold hands
I used to have a best friend who was so clever, so cool
We had picknicks in her yard, played witches in the attic
I used to be a straight A student
Remember how algebra works, know when to put the toys away
I used to think I was good writer
Silly ideas splashing acoross 9 pages when most managed 6
I used to think I was more mature than everyone around me
I used to wish I was dead
I used to be good at friends
Ok I guess this is happening
I don´t see dad often anymore but he visits when he can
Every family is like an old quilt with a few tears and mends
Clever girl, friend group #1, Friend group #2
We´ve all grown up and apart, connected by telephone lines and warm memories
I still struggle with algebra, struggle with time and control
Fumbble with writitng and people
You´re giving me keys that I don´t deserve
I´m still afraid of driving, but
At least I don´t want to die.
I want to fight. I miss just chasing rain drops and laughing with friends.
I´m still afraid of driving.
But I get in, white knuckle the wheel,
And take it slow. Slow.