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
But honestly I don't mind
Who you do or don't today
You're still ugly on the inside
You've got time to change
Now go ahead and drink those drinks
Drunk again
Someone will drive you home