LATE TO THE SHOW

And I don't know where to go
I'm all out of options and I never feel home
But I won't show that I'm so wrong
Ticket in my pocket but I'm late to the show
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Out the window, I saw you stare
And look away when we locked eyes in open air
Now riding shotgun, you won't be there
And I just need to move on from the fact you didn't care
I spent the night I spent the time, I spent the money I spent my life
Wasted on you and I'm not sure how I feel
One part is broken, one part is hoping that maybe one day I'll spend it right
But I never do spend it on something that's real for me and you

And I don't know where to go
I'm all out of options and I never feel home
But I won't show that I'm so wrong
Ticket in my pocket but I'm late to the show
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Woah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Woah oh, oh, oh
Woah oh, oh, oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah, oh, oh