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