Grab a hold of yourself you are not losing control My momma told me so Count to ten and press your sweaty palms across my face My momma told me so Fizzle view of my shadow Frizzle mood of my shadow I'm gutted, I know that you like it I doubted, deny you’re behind it I shouted, don’t be mad about it I counted, I know that you fake it Tickets to the live show is postponed I'm near, don’t fear the end Idle trains that never run late I'm near don’t fear the end