4 a.m. and nothing new
You wear your shiny Sunday shoes
Dirty dishes, lipstick marks
And trashcans filled with broken hearts
Lies and dreams
You're left with just a handful would-have-beens
4 am and nothing new
Looks like you still don't have a clue
All the lessons that you've learned
All the trophies that you've earned
So many fortunes never told
Lies and dreams
You're left with just a handful would-have-beens
4 am and nothing new
Looks like you still don't have a clue
4 am and nothing new
Still don't know what you should do
6 am and nothing new
You wear your shiny Sunday shoes
Lucky numbers proved you wrong
Six times a loser, now she's gone