A Quarter to Three

Its one am, you havent 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

Its 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

Its like goin to pieces could fix everything

At this point , Im really me

Nothing bad, nothing free

Nothing left me to feel

Its like goin to bed at a quarter to three

Finally tired , finally empty

Finally tired, finally empty