Joan of Arc

Pop culture is a real bad boyfriend

Got his hands around my neck

He's saying I'm into it

Love that thin can only exist

If I make myself sick

And I'm sick of it

I can be my Joan of Arc

I can hold this heavy heart

There's no way to get through it unsinged

But I look where I've been

And know I was born for this

My body will become holy ground

And when I feel surrounded

I'll fight for it

I can be my Joan of Arc

I can hold this heavy heart

I can be my Joan of Arc

I can hold this heavy heart

Shame poured from the crack in the refrigerator door

It wet the tile in pale light

Slick and sugary

She washed her feet in it

Rage crimsoned the pool

And she wanted more