Hold

Were you afraid you would set me off? You would call me out, I would call you soft With that certain air of arrogance That I confuse with confidence Love can be so critical You can call it hard, you can call it soft Semantic parasitical Psychoanalytical You can hold me to the fire With a hand on the wheel You can hold me to the wall with a blade You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand Oh, you can You can hold me You're a martyr baby You over strained Help me out, would you? Could you explain? About the heretics and hateful pricks And what they've got to do with this I'm unclear Will you rat me out? Will you force me clean? I don't wanna make a scene The match above the gasoline The latch that holds in everything You can hold me to the fire With a hand on the wheel You can hold me to the wall with a blade You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand Oh, you can You can hold me The streetcar and the wire The ember and the fire You can hold me to the word that I relay You can stick your tongue at the queen and I'll stand by you You can You can hold me You can hold me You can hold me You can hold me