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 nothing bad nothing free there s nothing left for me to feel it s like goin to pieces could fix everything at this point i m really me 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 finally tired finally empty