One Star

Ten missed calls don't turn me on

Staring into space for too long

Memories stolen by fatigue

Lip gloss, bitterness, and red cheeks

But babe, I'm fine

You go parade her 'round if you like

Try not get our names mixed up next time

Now I know you have a certain type

You should have a one star rating

Hair twisting through fingernails

Eyes glued to the ceiling tiles

Gums aching from gritting teeth

Screenshots, cowardice, and receipts

But babe, I'm fine

You go parade her 'round if you like

Try not get our names mixed up next time

Now I know you have a certain type

You should have a one star rating

Your plaster

Will never heal a bruise

If you never treat the wound

Like coffee, it'll brew

I hope

You've told her the whole truth

I can't look her in the eye

Knowing what you do

But babe, I'm fine

You go parade her 'round if you like

Try not get our names mixed up next time

Now I know you have a certain type

You should have a one star rating

You should have a one star rating

You should just have one star