Hold Me Up

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.