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.