Nah

[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
Every “we should talk”
Is a trip through broken glass
You stamp my heart
Like a backstage pass
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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”
[Pre-Chorus]
Every “one last chance”
Is a ride that never stops
Same steep drop
Same old stomach flop
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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)
[Chorus]
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

female, punk with chourus