One Star

10 missed calls don't turn me on Staring in to space, for too long Memories stolen by fatigue Lipgloss, 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 1 star rating Hair twisting through finger nails 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 1 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 1 star rating You should have a 1 star rating You should just have 1 star