Sleater Kinney - A Quarter To Three Lyrics
Its one a.m. you havent calledIt must be four wherever you areAnd the photo booth strip, and the letter you wroteThey feel like nothing I could holdNothing bad, nothing freeTheres nothing leftFor me to feelIts like goin to bed at a quarter to threeFinally tired, finally empotyShould I be up to play the gameBack and forth get back at meAnd my confidence fell and I feel so madTell me whose side are you on?Its like goin to peices could fix everythingAt this point Im really me