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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