As I wrote when I hailed "Deja Vu" as one of the best songs of 2021, following the success of "Drivers License" originally seemed like a thankless task.
And yet, the genius of "Deja Vu" was undeniable. It cemented Rodrigo as pop's songwriting heir and was even hailed as the superior single by several critics.
"Deja Vu" trades the broader strokes of "Drivers License" (crying in the car, driving past an ex's street) for hyper-specific details (sharing strawberry ice cream, watching reruns of "Glee," playing "Uptown Girl" on the piano).
Rodrigo's memories with her ex have big theater-kid energy and she wields that role ingeniously, smirking and snarling her way through the song ("Another actress / I hate to think that I was just your type").
But when the song reaches its emotional peak and you're compelled to scream along ("Don't act like we didn't do that shit too!"), it's clear that Rodrigo's principal export isn't melodrama. It's catharsis.