"Glove Box"
Written By: Ash Catcher I'll keep you hidden with me, C’mon let's go for a ride. Hide that shit deep deep down. A place for all the lies. Expired insurance cards, parking violations too. Every crappy kind of spontaneous art, yea I got that it’s true. Deodorant that is glued shut. Honestly I am not sure why I keep this stuff. Old checks from jobs I left months ago. I always move on too quickly. If I shove anything else inside this thing, it’s gonna blow. I know my car can be a tad bit messy, but I swear that's not a fish stick. Open me up when you get pulled over, because Ash you always go too fast. Write a song about your laugh, play it off like it’s just a crash. I never mean anything to anyone. Until I am two states away. So c’mon get in lets go for a ride. We got some work to do. There is much to see, and much to say. But in my glovebox I choose to stay. Violate my privacy, and let’s see how that goes. I can't stand 76’ lack of traffic flow. It’s my least favorite part about driving Ky around. Pre Owned MINI shaking with sound. My speaker may have busted out. But I have something else that I keep inside, hidden from the fallout. Old CD’s of past tours, my heart still kinda hits the car floor. I am not sure if I want to sneak a listen, open that door. It’s been closed, and sealed with tape, and more. Locks, on locks, call it extravagant. I call that shit hardcore. I'll keep you hidden with me, C’mon let's go for a ride. Hide that shit deep deep down. A place for all the lies. A glovebox to hold all the junk in my life. Extra bra and underwear, and a bread knife. Random shit, I don't know why I own. My sanctuary from myself, when I travel long distances, and alone.
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