Sleater-Kinney — A Quarter to Three lyrics

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