Nah

You punch my name

Like a number on your phone

Call it “checking in”

I just call it getting owned

You say “I’m fine”

Then you throw another test

Tiny little landmines

Lined up in your chest

Every “we should talk”

Is a trip through broken glass

You stamp my heart

Like a backstage pass

Too many tickets to unhappiness

You keep handing them out

I keep saying “yes”

Front row seat to another mess (oh-oh)

You’re selling me storms as tenderness

Too many tickets to unhappiness

I’m tearing them up

I’m done with this

No more waiting in your crooked line

For a show that ruins my night

You love the chase

Then you hate the actual catch

You call it “just a phase”

I call it one more scratch

You spin your tales

And you swear they’re all brand new

But every single plot twist

Still ends with “shame on you”

Every “one last chance”

Is a ride that never stops

Same steep drop

Same old stomach flop

Too many tickets to unhappiness

You keep handing them out

I keep saying “yes”

Front row seat to another mess (hey!)

You’re selling me storms as tenderness

Too many tickets to unhappiness

I’m tearing them up

I’m done with this

No more waiting in your crooked line

For a show that ruins my night

I’m walking past the posters

Ripped you off my walls

You can keep your drama

And your curtain calls

I bought myself a silence

Paid in broken sleep

Now I’m cashing in my courage

For a different seat (oh yeah)

Too many tickets to unhappiness

You keep handing them out

I used to say “yes”

Front row seat to another mess

But I’m turning my back on your emptiness

Too many tickets to unhappiness

Watch me walk from the ruins of this

I’m not waiting in your crooked line

For a show that’s wasting my life