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 God damned living dead
But honestly I don’t care how you do or don’t your hair
You’re ugly on the inside
The make up that you use to catch some eyes and hide your imperfections does
little to conceal an ego that’s been bruised many times
But you’ve left it at home with your underwear
And honestly I don’t mind who you do or don’t tonight
Your still ugly on the inside
You’ve got time to change
Go ahead and drink those drinks drunk again
Someone will drive you home
