The Radio Still Works

The sign said as is I thought that meant romantic She walked in like a bad idea Wearing very good perfume My common sense hit black ice Halfway across the room She said, I'm complicated Like a warning label flirts I heard, May cause loss of sleep And skipped the part where it hurts Her red flags looked like dealer balloons All festive in the night She had a trunk full of exes And one good headlight She came as is, no warranty Check engine heart Half a tank of therapy Everyone showed up for the intervention But the radio worked And she sounded good to me I knew she wouldn't pass inspection But damn, she drove good at night But damn, she drove good at night She said, Don't try to fix me I said, Baby, I brought tools Nothing's more dangerous than a man Twelve minutes into YouTube I kept calling incompatibility A weekend repair Like love was underneath the hood If I kept reaching in there She never needed fixing I needed to read the signs Her dashboard glowed like Christmas I put black tape over mine Two check engine hearts Flirting at a four-way sign Calling every near collision Baby, the stars align We came as is, no warranty Two check engine hearts Half a tank of therapy Her exes rode in the trunk Mine followed in the rearview Neither one passed inspection But the radio worked And damn, we sounded good at night The radio still works The radio still works