A Quarter To Three Lyrics by Sleater Kinney

Its one a.m. you havent 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
Theres nothing left
For me to feel

Its like goin to bed at a quarter to three
Finally tired, finally empoty

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?

Its like goin to peices could fix everything
At this point Im really me