A Quarter to Three — текст песни (Sleater Kinney)

Its one a.m. you havent 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

Theres nothing left

For me to feel



Its 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?



Its like goin to peices could fix everything

At this point Im really me