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

Traffic lights

Turning yellow

A kiss and a slap



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



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