Sleater Kinney - A Quarter to Three 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 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? It’s like goin’ to peices could fix everything At this point I’m really me Sleater Kinney Lyrics A Quarter to Three Lyrics