Broken Radio Lyrics

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'd make less of a mess
than you've made of me