Song | A Quarter to Three |
Artist | Sleater-Kinney |
Album | The Hot Rock |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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? | |
It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything | |
At this point I'm really me |