Oh no old love, you must have know
You would become overgrown
That things would get a little out of hand
Old crooked loves, you should have known
That things would be justified by me and
And all my locks and keys
All those broke down cars
That I will never start
You let the culture killers carve out your heart
They've been feeding you from the start
This is really is a case of its not my fault
But picture all the white picket fences
Hiding all the lonely trenches
This really shouldn't come as a surprise
But, all those broke down cars
That will never start
We play this game, our love is like lost keys
You lose them once you finally feel how to need
Our love was suppose to work
I'm sorry baby I couldn't put in the hurt
Happiness always wanted me
Happiness always was a lock without a key
All those broke down cars
That I will never start