Ugly On The Inside

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 many times,
But you've left it at home with your underwear.

But honestly I don't mind
Who you do or don't tonight,
You're still ugly on the inside.

You've got time to change.
Go ahead and drink those drinks,
Drunk again, someone will drive you home.