Joan of Arc

I want to talk to swords like Joan of Arc
get burned at the stake cause I love camp fires
scare a bunch of English kids cause I hear voices from a sky daddy

I want to walk out side and not have to complain
about all the bullshit that comes down like rain
I want to run out side and not have to hide
from the covers of magazines

Run to me this is make believe
Because real life is just too much for me
and yell to me the things I need to see
Because the truth is just too much for me

I just want someone
anyone who thinks its not that bad waking up next to me