Ash Wednesday! "Glove Box"

"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.