Broken radio

Traffic lights turning yellow
A kiss and a slap on the roof
Traffic lights turning yellow
A kiss and a slap on the roof
Traffic lights turning yellow
A kiss and a slap on the roof

I taught you that superstition
Driving downtown with the windows down

Late at night, talking over
A broken radio
And I kiss my fingers
And our single headlight
Winks out for the last time we talk about
The last time it felt right to make out

And I'm certain, if I drive into those trees
It'd make less of a mess
Than you've made of me