| Song | A Quarter to Three |
| Artist | Sleater-Kinney |
| Album | The Hot Rock |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? | |
| It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything | |
| At this point I'm really me |