Drivers license es el primer trabajo en solitario de la artista Olivia Rodrigo. El vídeo musical cuenta, en este momento, con más de cien millones de reproducciones en YouTube y se ha instalado en el número uno de diversas listas de éxitos internacionales.

Olivia Rodrigo nos presenta en su letra la historia de su ruptura de un modo sincero, desde un sentir de profunda tristeza y confusión, mismos que se instalaron en ella tras este suceso, y lo hace en un estilo que recuerda a otras grandes artistas como Billie Eilish o Adele.
El vídeo refleja el proceso de ruptura de la artista Olivia Rodrigo, y lo hace mediante planos en tonos y espacios muy oscuros, que reflejan la soledad que inundó a la artista tras este triste acontecimiento. Además, introduce planos de la pareja previos a la ruptura pero que sirven para evidenciar el distanciamiento de ambos y la situación ya irreversible. 

El vídeo también nos muestra el viaje de la artista en un coche, y en las letras nos cuenta como en el pasado la pareja prometió compartir momentos en ese espacio, pero tras la ruptura los planos del automóvil muestran de nuevo la soledad de la cantante que siguió a ese acontecimiento.

Olivia Rodrigo. Nuestro vídeo musical del sábado. (Vídeo oficial). PROYECTO MÚSICA METALOCUS.

CRÉDITOS.-
Voz principal, compositora.- Olivia Rodrigo.
Productor, compositor, ingeniero de grabación.- Dan Nigro.
Ingeniero de masterización.- Randy Merrill.
Mezclador.- Mitch McCarthy.

Letra.-
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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Publicado en: 17 de Julio de 2021
Cita: "Drivers license por Olivia Rodrigo" METALOCUS. Accedido el
<http://www.metalocus.es/es/noticias/drivers-license-por-olivia-rodrigo> ISSN 1139-6415
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