[Verse 1] You’re chewing on that plastic straw Same fight Different parking lot Half-truths in your nervous laugh “It's fine It's fine” but it never lasts Bags packed in the backseat trunk Half our lives in a pile of junk Your jacket still smells like smoke Every promise a running joke [Pre-Chorus] You said “Maybe we’re just tired” I said “Maybe we’re just scared” Silence climbing higher Till it’s hanging in the air [Chorus] This is our backseat breakdown Shouting with the windows up Every word a letdown Every word still not enough If this is how we cave in Let it be loud Let it be rough Our backseat breakdown Till we’ve broken just enough [Verse 2] You’re scrolling through your alibis Old friends Better alibis I’m staring through the cracked windshield Counting all the things we never healed Gas gauge running past the red Same song stuck inside my head We’re parked outside your parents’ place Too grown to run Too young to face it [Pre-Chorus] You said “We could start it over” I said “We’ve started this before” Your hand brushed my shoulder Like you weren’t even sure [Chorus] This is our backseat breakdown Shouting with the windows up Every word a letdown Every word still not enough If this is how we cave in Let it be loud Let it be rough Our backseat breakdown Till we’ve broken just enough [Bridge] What if we don’t drive away What if we just stay and say it All the ugly All the aching All the promises we faked You laughed till you started crying Said “I’m so tired of almost trying” Then you pulled me in Head on my chest Said “Can we wreck it And call this the best?” [Chorus] This is our backseat breakdown Singing with the windows up Every word a lifeline Every word still barely enough If this is how we cave in Let it be loud Let it be us Our backseat breakdown Might just break us into trust [Outro] Backseat breakdown Say it till the shame burns out Backseat breakdown If we’re going down Go down loud

rock, Thick, overdriven guitars tuned low with palm-muted, chunky riffs in the verses; steady, punchy drums and warm bass glued tight to the groove. Male vocals: raspy, right-on-the-edge in the verses, opening up into a big, shout-along anthemic chorus with layered gang harmonies. Pre-chorus lifts with widening guitars and octave lines; final chorus adds extra crash cymbals, held vocal ad-libs, and a brief feedback-drenched outro., steady, post-grunge

Backseat Breakdown