The lighting in this room doesn’t do a thing
For you and your complexion
I’m sorry but it’s the truth
You look like the goddamn living dead
But honestly I don’t care how you do or don’t your hair
You’re ugly on the inside
The makeup that you use to catch some eyes
And hide your imperfections
Does little to conceal an ego that’s been bruised
So many times that you’ve left it at home with your underwear
Honestly I don’t mind who you do or don’t tonight
You’re still ugly on the inside
But you’ve got time to change
Or go ahead and drink those drinks drunk again
Someone will drive you home