Letra de A Quarter to Three
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 holdNothing bad, nothing free There's nothing left For me to feelIt's like goin' to bed at a quarter to threeFinally tired, finally empotyShould 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