**Title:** Crash My Weekend **Style:** 2020s pop punk, fast distorted guitars, punchy live drums, melodic bass, youthful male vocals, bratty conversational delivery, shout-along gang vocals, reckless late-night energy, catchy stop-start hooks, polished garage-rock production --- **Lyrics:** [Intro, Feedback guitar] Hey You look like bad news Good [Verse 1] Two AM at the corner store You stole my hoodie, I stole yours Cheap sunglasses after dark You said, damn, let's wreck this part Missed calls lighting up my phone Told everybody I'm going home Then you laughed and grabbed my sleeve Now Monday's got nothing on me [Pre-Chorus] We got no cash, no plans Your lipstick's on my Vans You said don't make this complicated Too late, I'm already wasted [Chorus] Come crash my weekend Fuck sleep, let's do it again Turn the car stereo up till the speakers blow We got nowhere better to go Come crash my weekend Bad ideas make good friends If tomorrow sucks, then tomorrow can wait Tonight we're making every mistake Come crash my weekend [Verse 2] Your ex keeps talking shit online You rolled your eyes and stole my fries We took the long way through downtown Windows open, screaming loud Blue lights somewhere down the street So we turned left and missed the beat You said life's too short for maybe Then called me stupid and kissed my cheek [Pre-Chorus] We got no cash, no plans Black marker on our hands You wrote don't make this complicated Too late, we're already famous [Chorus] Come crash my weekend Fuck sleep, let's do it again Turn the car stereo up till the speakers blow We got nowhere better to go Come crash my weekend Bad ideas make good friends If tomorrow sucks, then tomorrow can wait Tonight we're making every mistake Come crash my weekend [Bridge, Half-time drums] Shit Here we go again Same dumb town, same dead ends But when you're yelling every word beside me I don't give a damn where the night might find me No future talk, no fake goodbyes Just busted strings and convenience-store lights If growing up means giving this up Then screw growing up [Break, Gang vocals] Hey Hey One, two, three, four [Final Chorus, Full band] Come crash my weekend Fuck sleep, let's do it again Turn the car stereo up till the speakers blow We got nowhere better to go Come crash my weekend Bad ideas make good friends If tomorrow sucks, then tomorrow can wait Tonight we're making every mistake Come crash my weekend [Outro, Ringing guitars] Monday morning, clothes on the floor Your hoodie hanging by my door You texted me one word at ten Again? Hell yeah
