Ex Wife - Glovebox

Jumping into the Avensis
Drawn by the call of nature, again
Something that you've got to do
Monday, mundane, mundane

Gotta get away from daily life
Choking on the mired mess of your life
Wondering where it all went wrong
Trapped in a place that you don't belong

Don't know how to live, live your life right
Not sure that you ever will
Everyone else seems so sure
Or are they pretending as well?

Gotta get away from it all
Driving to the country again
But you're sandwiched bumper-to-bumper
Between two ...old... men

You keep it locked up
In that tiny little glovebox
Keep it concealed
In that messy little glovebox
Smeared with shame
Your filthy little glovebox
Don't know who you are
But it's somewhere in the glovebox

It should be so simple
As normal as can be
A hairbrush, atlas and an a to z
Half-eaten bag of fruit gums
And a pile of old CDs
The service book
Locking wheel nuts
Biros and blunt pencils
Air freshener that's congealed

It's still outside
As you turn in your seat
The music's playing
And you're on the beat

But finally, you're here now
You pull up in the clearing
You start to feel alive again
The flame inside is searing

Stepping out into the night
Wondering if tonight, tonight you might
Fill your face with acts of love
Or just revel at the sight?

You keep it locked up
In that tiny little glovebox
Keep it concealed
In that grubby little glovebox
Smeared with shame
Your filthy little glovebox
Don't know who you are
But it's somewhere in the glovebox

She'll never know
She'd misunderstand
Would she stand beside you
At your clenched right hand?
You'll never say
You'll stay uptight
You'll hide beside her
And live that life
But just how long
Can this go on?
Can't run away
Stay, stay, stay

Please, please, open the box
Please, please, open the box
Please, please, open the box
Please, please, open the box

Written by:
Billy Barry, Steve Meat

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