Drivers license is the first solo work of the artist Olivia Rodrigo. The music video currently has more than one hundred million views on YouTube and has reached number one on various international charts.

Olivia Rodrigo presents us in her lyrics the story of her breakup in a sincere way and the feelings of deep sadness and confusion that settled in her after this event, and she does so in a style that is reminiscent of other great artists such as Billie Eilish or Adele.
The video reflects the breakup process of the artist Olivia Rodrigo and does so through shots in very dark tones and spaces, which reflect the loneliness that flooded the artist after this sad event. It also introduces shots of the couple before the breakup but that serve to show the estrangement of both and that the situation was already irreversible.

Also, the video shows us the journey of the artist in a car, and the lyrics tell us how in the past the couple promised to share moments in that space, but after the breakup the plans of the car show again the loneliness of the singer who followed that event.

Olivia Rodrigo. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.

CREDITS.-
Lead vocals, songwriter.- Olivia Rodrigo.
Producer, songwriter, recording engineer.- Dan Nigro.
Mastering engineer.- Randy Merrill.
Mixer.- Mitch McCarthy.

Lyrics.-
I got my driver's license last week
Just like we always talked about
'Cause you were so excited for me
To finally drive up to your house
But today I drove through the suburbs
Crying 'cause you weren't around

And you're probably with that blonde girl
Who always made me doubt
She's so much older than me
She's everything I'm insecure about

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs
'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one
And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone
Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

And all my friends are tired
Of hearing how much I miss you, but
I kinda feel sorry for them
'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

Today I drove through the suburbs
And pictured I was driving home to you

And I know we weren't perfect
But I've never felt this way for no one, oh
And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone
I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Red lights, stop signs
I still see your face in the white cars, front yards
Can't drive past the places we used to go to
'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Sidewalks we crossed
I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing
Over all the noise
God, I'm so blue, know we're through
But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one
And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone
'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street
Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street
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Published on: July 17, 2021
Cite: "Drivers license by Olivia Rodrigo" METALOCUS. Accessed
<https://www.metalocus.es/en/news/drivers-license-olivia-rodrigo> ISSN 1139-6415
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