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