"Tickets" lyrics
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
It's funny how you say that you made it on your own
When you haven't worked for anyone your daddy didn't know
You say you got a job, but I don't know what you do
Such a fu—, fu— fucking snob that you'll never know the truth
You're perfect on the outside, but nothing at the core
It's easy to forget when you show up at my door
Stop messing with my mind, 'cause you'll never have my heart
But your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
Your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la la
I know you wanna stay, but I think that you should go
'Cause you got nothing to say, you just sit there on your phone
I try not to give in, but temptation has me lost
So I will do my best to get you off
You're perfect on the outside but nothing at the core
It's easy to forget when you show up at my door
Stop messing with my mind, 'cause you'll never have my heart
But your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
Your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Yeah
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
It's funny how you say that you made it on your own
When you haven't worked for anyone your daddy didn't know
You say you got a job, but I don't know what you do
Such a fu—, fu— fucking snob that you'll never know the truth
You're perfect on the outside, but nothing at the core
It's easy to forget when you show up at my door
Stop messing with my mind, 'cause you'll never have my heart
But your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
Your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la la
I know you wanna stay, but I think that you should go
'Cause you got nothing to say, you just sit there on your phone
I try not to give in, but temptation has me lost
So I will do my best to get you off
You're perfect on the outside but nothing at the core
It's easy to forget when you show up at my door
Stop messing with my mind, 'cause you'll never have my heart
But your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
Your perfect little body make—, make—, makes me fall apart
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Yeah
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
She's got tickets to her own show
But nobody wants to go
And I'm stuck sitting in the front row
I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Thanks to protector_of_loki, Amy, cancoydu, Bryanna, Kat for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): James B. Valentine, Michael Allen Madden, Adam Noah Levine
