Hold Me Up
 
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?
I can hold you up too.
 
In the dark
Praying that the car starts running
Hiding from your friends, off meds, all
Kicking out the windshield. 
 
On the run,
I'm terrified of everyone,
And I'm calling you Collect™ trying to 
Reconnect
Trying to get through. 
 
 
Can you hold me up?
I can hold you up too.