Drive My Car

You don’t listen when he says
That you don’t love him for his brain but for his head
So pretty and so safe and so misread
You don’t need this kid
Could it be this kid?

And when all the hate you throw
Is all you really need to cut him from below
Seems like everyone got tickets to the show
To watch your cheeks go red
Could it be this kid?

But girl, you speak so goddamn dangerous
Could it be you’re just like the rest of us?
And though you try you know you can’t escape from us
When all he hears is the curse of what you did
And all he knows is the need to keep you hid
Could it be this kid?

And when all your knights have come
Each as gallant and as faithless as this one
Will he be nothing more than just another one
Another past you hid
You hid it from this kid

And as the wind instains your face
You know there’s no one but yourself who’s out of place
So fearful and so lost in his embrace
You don’t need this kid
Could it be this kid?

But girl, you speak so goddamn dangerous
Could it be you’re just like the rest of us?
And though you try you know you can’t escape from us
When all he hears is the curse of what you did
And all he knows is the need to keep you hid
Could it be this kid?

"It's hard," she said. "My fortune’s been quite hard."
"It's hard," she said. "My fortune’s been quite hard."
"This card," he said. "Don’t play that victim card."
"This card," he said. "Don’t play that victim card."

"Stars," she said. "This fate is crossed with stars."
"It’s God," he said. "It’s that I’ll disregard."
"This jar," he said. "I’ll leave the door ajar."
"This car," he said. "'Cause you should drive my car."

"Has this gone much too far?" she said. "Has this gone much too far?"
"I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who you are."
Just before you break in two, one last thing he’ll say to you
One last thing that’s best unheard, should it be unsaid?

I gave you more than you could take
All that put was more at stake
You keep your trophies on the wall
Well I’ll take the door instead
'Cause you don’t need this kid

But girl, you speak so goddamn dangerous
Could it be you’re just like the rest of us?
And though you try you know you can’t escape from us
When all he hears is the curse of what you did
And all he knows is the need to keep you hid
Could it be this kid?