Taxi Drivers

I've written a hundred thousand songs About heartbreak and moving on And love that I'm so sure was meant to be And every time that I've been wrong There's two people I count on To stick right by my side and comfort me God knows I've had it tough Was a little different growing up Sometimes I wonder how I wound up here So this one's for the taxi drivers And the therapists The ATMs And the ones that I text When things don't work out The way I thought they would So this one's for the heartbreaking and those battered heads Those times we thought I'd wind up dead To the best damn chefs and roadies I'll ever have This one goes out To my mummy and my dad Who never once complained when I asked them to drive to my gigs Even though they had work at five in the morning They always had breakfast ready Toast scrambled eggs I will never forget it Mum liked it neat and daddy wasn't messy Always stressed them out with the state of my dresser Remember coming home to all my clothes on the floor Slamming my door and cursing the wall Reminding myself Who they're doing it all for So this one's for the taxi drivers And the therapists The ATMs And the ones that I text When things don't work out The way I thought they would So this one's for the heartbreaking and those battered heads Those times we thought I'd wind up dead To the best damn chefs and roadies I'll ever have This one goes out To my mummy and my dad Yeah, sometimes we're rain on a summer's day Or gasoline on a fire we don't need I guess what I'm trying to say Is I wouldn't have it any other way So this one's for the taxi driving and the therapy For being there when I'm in need And lost it all the way up in Shit's Creek So this one's for the heartbreaking and those battered heads Those times we thought I'd wind up dead To the best damn chefs and roadies I'll ever have Yeah, they're the best damn chefs and roadies I'll ever have This one goes out to my mummy and my dad Yeah, to my mummy and my dad