You tell me all about your day
Because I'm your secret star, you have so much to say
Until you've wasted so much of the next one
That the previous rotation has been long done
So leave me to rest uneasy
And finished with feeling
I know so much about you
You're an idiot, but somehow prove
That you're beautiful when you're so honest
This detail, I'm so cursed with luck that I caught it
I'm too frayed and tired
For some bugging desire