Letras
Keys in my hand heart in my throat
Dad's in the passenger seat like "Dear Lord take note"
I barely touch the gas we lurch ahead
He slams the dashboard "I'm not ready to be dead!"
"Okay easy now just take it slow
Wait too slow-No too fast-Oh no!!"
Hands gripping the handle like it's life or death
I can hear him whispering under his breath
"BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!
Not the curb kid for heaven's sake!"
One hand on the wheel one covering his eyes
I swear I saw him say his goodbyes!
"BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!
You're giving your old man a heartache!"
He says it's a bonding kind of ride
But I think I just shaved ten years off his life!
Mom's on the porch she's filming the scene
Probably gonna send it to the whole family
Dad's muttering "Just keep it between the lines
And if we survive I'll need a glass of wine"
"Okay check your mirrors don't turn too tight
No the other way-Oh dear Lord the light!"
His face is pale he's breaking a sweat
I ask how I'm doing-he ain't answered yet!
"BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!
Not the curb kid for heaven's sake!"
One hand on the wheel one covering his eyes
I swear I saw him say his goodbyes!
"BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!
You're giving your old man a heartache!"
He says it's a bonding kind of ride
But I think I just shaved ten years off his life!
CRUNCH
"Uh was that important?"
"I'm too young to die in a parking lot!"
"BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!
Okay we're done-just give me a break!"
His hair's turning gray his patience is shot
Mom's still laughing in the parking lot!
"BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!
Driver's ed can take my place!"
He swears he loves me that much is true
But next time? He's making Mom teach me to
Maybe just stick to bicycles