A Star

Do you think tomorrow
You could take me out like I could be a star
Like I could be a star?

Do you like the way I
Catalyze how you feel
In the morning?

I’ve been out
I’ve been out like Bobbi’s raining tears
You think I’m gonna die like this
You think I’m gonna keel

As I age, I realize
I have less patience for you
And someone came into the shop yesterday
He had a smile like yours and I wanted to cry
And tell him to get the fuck out
And ask him, "Why’d you go?"
Is it worth all the trouble?