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