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Keys cut, three for the price of one
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use
I've changed the locks
And you can't have one
You, you know the other two
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey love, look into your glove box heart
What is there for me inside? This love is tired
I've changed the locks.
Have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take
You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline
Just fuck me kitten
You are wild and I'm in your possession
Nothing's free so, fuck me kitten
I'm in your possession
So, fuck me kitten
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use
I've changed the locks
And you can't have one
You, you know the other two
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey love, look into your glove box heart
What is there for me inside? This love is tired
I've changed the locks.
Have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take
You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline
Just fuck me kitten
You are wild and I'm in your possession
Nothing's free so, fuck me kitten
I'm in your possession
So, fuck me kitten
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"Hey love, look into your glovebox heart.
What is there for me inside? This love is tired.
I've changed the locks. Have I misplaced you?"
Its like things are getting more complicated and hes tired of making an effort and maybe not feeling as strongly anymore. So its just physical for him.
I was also raised on my dad's REM collection.
And never knew the words, but loved it anyway.
One of my earliest memories is when i was about 2, I was in my living room in Toronto dancing with my Dad and my Uncle Mark to REM and my Uncle Mark had bought me a toy tambourine and was helping me tap it to the songs.
REM always makes me remember this, so I love them.
This song reminds me very much of the relationship I'm in at this moment, thats why I'm posting about it.
He feels that he's got everything he can out of the relationship, so he doesn't care anymore.
She can do what she wants, but he isn't going to pretend to be in love anymore.
it kinda gets to the point.
just fuck me baby, and shut the fuck up, will ya?
*
roses are red,
violets are blue,
i like spagetti,
let's go fuck
* (the poem above is copyright)