Quarters
Joel, Speak
Joel, Speak
Joel, Speak
I'm running naked in the dark
Singing like an exclamation mark
You've got me stuffed into your pocket
Although I'd much prefer you'd stop it
You cut me into quarters and you fold me like your laundry
I'm tired of taking orders but you knew that all along in the end
Oh, in the end
Oh, in the end
It's a late night, I'm feeling pretty mellow
But it feels nice feeling like I'm jello
Hello, my name is taken
You walk away and my heart is breaking
You cut me into quarters and you fold me like your laundry
I'm tired of taking orders but you knew that all along in the end
Oh, in the end
Oh, in the end
All right
But you cut me into quarters and you fold me like your laundry
I'm tired of taking orders but you don't seem like you're sorry
I'm not asking for supporters but you feel like a full army
I'm building up the borders and you're climbing into my head again
Writer/s: Joel & the Good Boys
