With your high beams on and you're speedin' on 95
Turn the radio up just to feel something when I drive
And I can't grip the steering wheel
And I can't see the dotted lines
If only I could see through the clear
But I'm not one to realize

Why can't you take care of me?
Why can't you take care of me?
(Why can't you take care of me?)
(Why can't you take care of me?)

And I'm happiest by myself when it's quarter to nine
Without your head on my chest
And you tell me it'll be alright
Now I can't grip the steering wheel
'Cause you're in my head and on my mind
And it's hard to say how I feel
When you're pressuring me every time

Why can't you take care of me?
Why can't you take care of me?
(Why can't you take care of me?)
(Why can't you take care of me?)