A Quarter To Three

It's one am, you haven't called Must be four, wherever you are And the photo booth strip And the letter you wrote Feel like nothing I could hold Nothing bad, nothing free Nothing left me to feel It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three Finally tired, finally empty I be up to play the game Back and forth, back at me Confidence fell and I feel so mad Tell me whose side are you on? Nothing bad, nothing free Nothing left me to feel It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything At this point, I'm really me Nothing bad, nothing free Nothing left me to feel It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three Finally tired, finally empty Finally tired, finally empty