Jan 17, 2005 01:11
The glove compartment is inaccurately named.
and everybody knows it.
so i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
cuz 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.
bad day.
good night.
then it turned to shit.
again