Tickets (Commentary)

She's got tickets to her own show But nobody wants 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 f***ing 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 makes me fall apart Your perfect little body makes me fall apart She's got tickets to her own show But nobody wants 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 I know you wanna stay, but I think that you should go 'Cause you've 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 makes me fall apart Your perfect little body makes me fall apart She's got tickets to her own show But nobody wants 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 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 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 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 la la la la la la