Rainer Maria - 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.