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Welcome to Chillers, the ongoing series where we take a look at songs that give me goosebumps.

Olivia Rodrigo, who may be Chillers’ most recurring guest star, burst onto the scene through a tidal wave of social media posts, broken-heart reactions, and people suddenly finding an emotional attachment to their local DMV. The song responsible was “drivers license,” a devastating little number about finally reaching a milestone that no longer means what it was supposed to mean.

As we have come to expect from Rodrigo, the relationship has gone awry. The familiar themes of young love, self-doubt, and endlessly examining the remains are all present, but the song carries less of the venom found in the sharper cuts elsewhere on SOUR and later on GUTS. The anger will come eventually. For now, all she has is the sorrow.

Getting her license was supposed to represent freedom and the beginning of a future they had planned together. Instead, she is left driving alone through the streets they once shared, haunted by a destination that no longer exists. The license is proof that she can finally go anywhere, except back to the future she was promised.

She knows none of this is good for her. Her friends are tired of hearing about the same person, the same memories, and the same relationship that refuses to stay buried. Unfortunately, heartbreak has never cared much about constructive criticism. She continues driving past familiar places, falling into the same emotional potholes and reopening wounds that had barely begun to close.

The restrained piano and Rodrigo’s delicate delivery allow the sadness to slowly accumulate until the bridge finally spills everything onto the road. It is painfully specific to young heartbreak while remaining familiar to anyone who has ever attached a person to a place, a song, or a future that never arrived.

An undeniable Chiller from the patron saint of emotional traffic violations.