If she asks, don't tell her that I'm living hand-to-mouth

Don't tell her I've been sleeping on your couch

If she asks just tell her that we opened for the Stones

It's her favorite band except for The Ramones



If she happens to suggest a love based on trust and respect

Tell her I've been wasted since last week

If she wants to stop on by, tell her that I almost died

Tell her I ain't seeing people yet

But see if she'll send cigarettes



If she asks, don't tell her about the bloodshed in the streets

The less she knows, the less she can repeat

If she happens to bring up the pinpricks and the throwing up

Tell her it's just part of growing up



If she wants to get involved

Tell her to stay in St. Paul

Tell her I'm not up to taking calls

But ask her for some Adderall



Now Holly won't say hi to me

'Cause I'm in love with my anxiety



If she asks just tell her that we're too far gone to deal

She should know exactly how that feels

If she wants a scene report, don't tell her about the kitchen doors

Tell her we ain't even keeping score no more



If she wants to help the cause

Tell her we need sterile gauze

Tell her she should look through all her medecine

And she if she's got clonapenze



Now Charlemagne don't seem the same

He's skinny, scared and off his game

He's been hiding from those gentlemen

With the same tattoos as Gideon