The dress doesn't fit right
I keep seeing red lights
I drank too much coffee and now I'm insane
And I always do this
With my hands in two fists
I should have cried when I hurt yesterday
Cuz now I'm picking and picking and picking on
The hair that won't sit right
Now I'm slipping and slipping and slipping down
Do yourself a favor
Look into the mirror
Tell her that you love her again and again and again
Some days are those days
I die when my nail breaks
And suddenly nothing can bring me back down
I'm tired of crying
I'm tired of lying
I'm tired of all of the stories I tell
Cuz I am picking and picking and picking on
The things that don't look right
Now I'm slipping and slipping and slipping down
Do yourself a favor
Look into the mirror
Tell her that you love her again and again and again
Do yourself a favor
Treat her like a lover
Put your lipstick on, kiss the glass, and get it on again and again and again
The more that you say it
The more you'll believe it
The more that you say it
The more you'll believe it
Just like the lies that you tell yourself over and over again
Do yourself a favor
Look into the mirror
Tell her that you love her again and again and again
I do myself a favor
I treat her like a lover
I put my lipstick on, kiss the glass and get it on again and again and again