The Lozenges - Bloody Knuckles Joan of Arc Lyrics

When you think of quarters
Do you think of presidents
Do you see your knuckles
Bloody on the table
Can you feel good on purpose
Make more sense on paper
Have you been left all alone and in charge
When you make mistakes
Are they with your eyes wide open
Would you do it again
I know I'd do it again
Mistaking headrests for heads
And bed folks for friends
And late night confessions like they really exist
My luck ran out
Thank god, finally
Robbed me in the daylight
Won't you rob me please
When you have more money
You could buy me fresh air
I don't recommend winning different lotteries
Or cashing out your earnings in an East Coast odyssey
I wanna hold your hand and everything in it
Do you get clingy
Do you know I get it
It was pouring on the old blue Cadillac
Too young for the front seat
Metallic and obedient
I'm always asking birds what they think of machinery
If they call it progress or focus on the injuries
Love me like Joan of Arc or don't bother picking up
Love me like Joan of Arc or don't bother picking up