A Quarter to Three

[Verse 1]
It's 1 a.m., you haven't called
It must be 4 wherever you are
And the photo booth strip and the letter you wrote
They feel like nothing I could hold

[Chorus]
There's nothing bad, nothing free
Nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three
Finally tired, finally empty

[Verse 2]
Should I be up to play the game?
Back and forth, get back at me
My confidence fell, I feel so mad
Tell me whose side are you on?

[Chorus]
There's nothing bad, nothing free
Nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything
'Cause at this point, I'm really me

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
There's nothing bad, nothing free
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