Restricted life

Am I more free or more restricted?

Am I more free or more restricted?

I’m independent, I’m my own person, I’m free.

Well I have a curfew … and a set destination … and then there is the speed limit.

Okay I’m no more free than I was a few days ago. I got my restricted licence last week and at the time I was buzzing, I was so excited.

I thought I’d been handed the world on a silver platter, you know? The whole freedom feeling but then I realised that when I got out of the car, that was it.

Getting my restricted didn’t give me wings.

Getting my restricted didn’t give me a superpower either. If anything it gave me a boatload of responsibility.

Today I got to drive myself to a group meeting and with my tunes playing and the heater running I was feeling pretty good about myself, about my life.

But if we fast forward a few weeks, driving’s going to lose its novelty.

I’m going to be expected to run stupid little errands, it won’t matter anymore if I’m halfway through doing my homework or in the middle of a phone call – they’ll ask and I’ll say yes because what else can I do?

But asking will lose its effect and they’ll just expect it soon enough.

I can’t drive anyone else and that’s half the problem.

I’ve got my restricted, now they’re going to expect me to get my full licence, to get a car and to buy fuel.

I’ll be expected to do more, pick up annoying siblings and drop off parents, just because I can and fair enough I guess.

I’ve got my restricted, I’m proud, I’m soaring but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

I’m independent, I’m my own person, I’m free.

Well I have a curfew … and a set destination … and then there is the speed limit.

Okay I’m no more free than I was a few days ago. I got my restricted licence last week and at the time I was buzzing, I was so excited.

I thought I’d been handed the world on a silver platter, you know? The whole freedom feeling but then I realised that when I got out of the car, that was it.

Getting my restricted didn’t give me wings.

Getting my restricted didn’t give me a superpower either. If anything it gave me a boatload of responsibility.

Today I got to drive myself to a group meeting and with my tunes playing and the heater running I was feeling pretty good about myself, about my life.

But if we fast forward a few weeks, driving’s going to lose its novelty.

I’m going to be expected to run stupid little errands, it won’t matter anymore if I’m halfway through doing my homework or in the middle of a phone call – they’ll ask and I’ll say yes because what else can I do?

But asking will lose its effect and they’ll just expect it soon enough.

I can’t drive anyone else and that’s half the problem.

I’ve got my restricted, now they’re going to expect me to get my full licence, to get a car and to buy fuel.

I’ll be expected to do more, pick up annoying siblings and drop off parents, just because I can and fair enough I guess.

I’ve got my restricted, I’m proud, I’m soaring but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

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