Broken Radio

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 would make less of a mess

Than you've made of me.