Chesti Benningtonyan — Glove Box

I kept your ring in my glove box, beside a parking ticket and wrench
You said love's not gold, it's precious, still
I hold it when the night gets tense
You're pushed by the back door, mud on the floor from rain
You laugh like a match in a dark room
And you disappear again and
I swear
I don't fall, but you hit like a bell
One look and
I'm back right under your spell