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