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.