stop lights seem to take longer to turn green when you're running late tapping on your steering wheel you just want to see it change you just want to get to where you're going stop lights seem to last a second when you're kissing the boy you love with your hand on his neck and him pulling you closer you dread hearing the symphony of horns coming from behind you he starts to drive and you start hoping that the trail of green lights ahead turn red just as you arrive because when you're at a stoplight kissing the boy you love you don't need to get to where you're going you're already there