The lightening in this room nDoesn’t do a thing for you and your complexionnnI’m sorry but it’s the truthnYou look like the goddamn living dead nnBut honestly I don’t carenHow you do or don’t your hairnnYou’re ugly on the insidennThe makeup that you use to catch some eyes nAnd hide your imperfectionsnDoes little to conceal nAn ego that’s been bruised many times nBut you’ve left it at homenWith your underwearnnBut honestly I don’t mindnWho you do or don’t todaynnYou’re still ugly on the insidennYou’ve got time to changennNow go ahead and drink those drinksnDrunk againnSomeone will drive you home