Hey Little Trouble, what you doing tonight? I got a bad thought, you can make it right Fell on the concrete with all my might Got up, dusted myself off, now I'm ready for the fight Not every prodigy can age that well Not every mannequin can stand so fucking still When everyone's gone You're dancing alone When everything's done, Still working the phones For lazy tarot readings on hot June nights Right next to that bodega's a neon sign They'll tell you you were famous in some past life But now you're just a Regular Joe Whose cover is blown ♪ Well, tell me, baby, what's your biggest conceit? Is it that you did it, or you did it with me? I can't imagine what the problem could be You found one song that you like And you just play it on repeat Not every certain death can be so brave Not every psychopath can act so well-behaved What if a bomb Just doesn't go off? Still playing that song Still dancing alone For clumsy ballerinas with Dad's blank check There's a place in Altadena that sounds perfect Well, they'll let you be the swan even with missteps And clap until your body is sore For now it's just a matter of right place, right time Singing every little thing's gonna be all right On some pretty college campus with skin so white Three chords and an expensive guitar It's the luck of the draw ♪ Found a place to blind your darkness with bright strobe lights No cops, no fire marshals, can dance all night With your sad-eyed doppelgänger you look just like Your heartbreak's not your own anymore I'll tell you that I love yo I'll scream it twice You ask over the music Did I hear that right? Yes, I swear I told you in some past life Right before they counted us off It's the luck of the draw