Lyrics:

It's 1 a.m., you haven't called
It must be 4 wherever you are
And the photo booth strip and the letter you wrote
They feel like nothing I could hold

There's nothing bad, nothing free
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
My confidence fell, I feel so mad
Tell me whose side are you on?

There's nothing bad, nothing free
Nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything
'Cause at this point, I'm really me


There's nothing bad, nothing free
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