"Throwback" lyrics

Broken phone sittin' on your dresser
Long nights that we made a mess of
Actin' like we didn't feel the pressure
Screamin' at the walls, let it echo

And those eyes
Hittin' like the throwback songs that you play
Crossin' those wires like you're crossin' my fade
Spinnin' those tires, never pressin' my brakes
Wide awake, tired, like it's really okay

I can hear the voice in my head like a spam call
Tried to go to war with the feeling, couldn't stand off
Thin ice we've been left to stand on
Saw you understand, no, they can't understand us

Workin' all night, sleepin' in, run the bands up
Really been a boss for a minute, Tony Danza
I remember days we were cookin' out the pan, hot
Couple bottles that we can't touch

And those eyes
Hittin' like the throwback songs that you play
Crossin' those wires like you're crossin' my fade
Spinnin' those tires, never pressin' my brakes
Wide awake, tired, like it's—, too high
Hittin' like the throwback songs that you like
Crossin' those wires like you're crossin' my mind
Wide awake, tired, never really alright
But it's— it's alright

I can hear the voice in my head like the last call
Wakin' up faded with you, took the mask off
Tried to run away from the truth, played the sad songs
Hit the highway in the coupe, 'bout to crash out

Workin' all night, sleepin' in, run the bands up
Really been a boss for a minute, Tony Danza
I remember days we were cookin' out the pan, hot
Couple bottles that we can't touch

And those eyes
Hittin' like the throwback songs that you play
Crossin' those wires like you're crossin' my fade
Spinnin' those tires, never pressin' my brakes
Wide awake, tired, like it's—, too high
Hittin' like the throwback songs that you like
Crossin' those wires like you're crossin' my mind
Wide awake, tired, never really alright
But it's— it's alright