Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Spilled fries on the dashboard You laugh Flip off the sky Got court in the morning But we still blast by the sign Your boots on my glove box My plans in your hands You said "Grow up tomorrow" Then floored it again (hey!) [Chorus] We’re a backseat breakdown Screaming on the highway Windows down Hearts up Crashing into Friday Yeah we might burn out Yeah we might fall hard But I’d rather wreck with you Than park this restless heart Backseat breakdown Backseat breakdown [Verse 2] Three texts from my mother I ghost them every time You draw on my knuckles Say "This one means you're mine" Cheap rings Heavy feelings We joke we’ll run away You say "Life’s kinda pointless" Then dare it to change (oh!) [Chorus] We’re a backseat breakdown Screaming on the highway Windows down Hearts up Crashing into Friday Yeah we might burn out Yeah we might fall hard But I’d rather wreck with you Than park this restless heart Backseat breakdown Backseat breakdown [Bridge] If this is wrong Then let it be loud If this is young I don’t want it figured out You’re in my seat You’re in my veins If this is just a phase Let it never fade [Chorus] We’re a backseat breakdown Screaming on the highway Windows down Hearts up Crashing into Friday Yeah we might burn out Yeah we might fall hard But I’d rather wreck with you Than park this restless heart Backseat breakdown (Backseat) breakdown
Tags
rock, Fast, crunchy pop-punk band with male vocals: bright overdriven guitars, tight pick slides into each section, punchy live drums, and driving eighth-note bass locked to the kick. Verses are lean and snarky, choruses explode with stacked shout-along gang vocals and octave leads. Brief halftime bridge opens the mix for a singalong, then everything slams back in double-time for the final chorus., pop punk
Duration
2:14
Instrumental
No
Created
1/25/2026