Ugly on the Inside

The lightening 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 many times But 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