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   Chinese cookies getting old   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