[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)