Sleater-kinney - A Quarter To Three lyrics

It's one a.m you haven't called

it must be four wherever you are

And the photo booth strip,

and the letter you wrote

they feel like nothing I could hold

Nothing bad, nothing free

there's nothing left

for me to feel

It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three

Finally tired, finally empty

Should I be up to play the game

back and forth get back at me

And my confidence fell and I feel so mad

tell me whose side are you on?

Nothing bad, nothing free

there's nothing left

for me to feel

It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything

At this point I'm really me

Nothing bad, nothing free

there's nothing left

for me to feel

It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three

Finally tired, finally empty

Finally tired, finally empty