Joan of Arc
Cutting up her credit cards
And putting on her lipstick backwards, sick
In the rearview
And I'm Lazarus,
Sleeping off adrenaline
And cutting all his hair off backwards, sick
In the windshield
Can you hold me up?
Can you hold me up too?
Can you hold me up?
I can hold you up too
Can you hold me up?
Can you hold me up too?
Can you hold me up?
I can hold you up too
In the dark
Praying that the car starts running
Hiding from your friends, off meds
Kicking out the windshield
On the run
I'm terrified of everyone
Trying to reconnect
Trying to get through.
Can you hold me up?
Can you hold me up too?
Can you hold me up?
I can hold you up too
Can you hold me up?
Can you hold me up too?
Can you hold me up?
I can hold you up too
