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

• A Quarter to Three
• Banned from The End of The World
• Burn, Don't Freeze
• Don't Talk Like
• Get Up
• God is a Number
• Hot Rock
• Living in Exile
• Memorize Your Lines
• One Song for You
• Start Together
• The End of You
• The Size of Our Love