Prompt / 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)
Tags
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
Duration
1:50
Instrumental
No
Created
4/12/2026