Show me your hand
Tell me you're not afraid to lose
While we're still young
While we're still twisting 21
Dawn holds the wildest cards
And you've drawn the queen of hearts
Go, Call your mother
She can't make it better
Tell your father
That you really f*cked up
Give me nothing
You want it all
Give me a sign
Cause I'm busy floating in my mind
There's no need to run
We're only twisting 21
Chasing the ghost
In your bed
You get a grip or move ahead
Go, call your mother
She can't make it better
Tell your father
That you really f*cked up
Call your mother
She can't make it better
Tell your father
That you really f*cked up
Lightweight silk heart starting to fray
Yeah, our lightweight young hearts
Waiting to break
Call your mother
She can't make it better
Tell your father
That you really f*cked up
Give me nothing
You want it all
Give me nothing
You want it all