Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got ketchup on my thrift-store shirt
You laugh, say it’s my “battle scar”
We’re late again, your car won’t start
You kick the tire, call it art
[Verse 2]
Rent’s due, there’s a red-tag note
You fold it like a paper plane
Say, “If we crash, at least we tried”
I write that line across your name
[Chorus]
Backseat breakdown, shout it out loud
Turn these dead-end streets into our crowd
If everything’s a mess, then let it stay messed up
We’re queens of coming last, yeah, we don’t give up
Backseat breakdown, windows rolled down
Laughing while the whole damn world looks down
If all we’ve got is us and this runaway rust
Then a backseat breakdown is good enough
[Verse 3]
Your eyeliner’s on my right hand
From fixing it at every light
You say you’re “barely holding on”
I say “same,” but we still drive
[Bridge]
Screaming at the dashboard, beating on the dash (hey!)
Every stupid heartbreak, every petty crash
If this is what “too much” looks like
Then I wanna stay too much tonight (too much tonight)
[Chorus]
Backseat breakdown, shout it out loud
Turn these dead-end streets into our crowd
If everything’s a mess, then let it stay messed up
We’re queens of coming last, yeah, we don’t give up
Backseat breakdown, windows rolled down
Laughing while the whole damn world looks down
If all we’ve got is us and this runaway rust
Then a backseat breakdown is good enough (good enough)
Details
GeneratedApr 12, 2026
Duration1:50
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Gritty pop-punk, female vocals. Palm-muted chugs and dry, upfront drums in the verses, bass tightly locked to the vocal phrasing. Choruses explode into wide open power chords and gang shouts, overheads splash, bass gets more melodic. Short middle-8 with half-time drums then a last hook that slams harder with stacked harmonies., pop, punk, female vocals, vocal
Credits
Prompt by
CriminalReaper
CriminalReaperModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Gritty pop-punk with female vocals, palm-muted guitars in the verses and wide open power chords in the hook. Busy bass shadows the vocal rhythm, tight punchy drums push everything forward.
