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