the glove compartment is inaccurately named,
and everybody knows it.
so i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm,
and all i find are souvenirs from better times.
before the gleam of your taillights fading east,
to find yourself a better life.
i was searching for some legal document,
as the rain beat down on the hood.
when i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget,
and that's how this idea was drilled into my head.
cause it's too important,
to stay the way it's been.
there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade,
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all.
and here i rest where disappointment and regret collide,
lying awake at night.