Mystique is dead last year was bad
I let myself get sucked in by arithmetic
Felt great to strip new waist to hip
I hate to admit just how much I paid for it
Did I cry myself to sleep about that
Cheat about that
Rot teeth about that
Did I sweat hours a week about that
Compete about that
Lose my freak about that
All of the above
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
Spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight took all I had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
I'm scared to quit
Loosen my grip
It's tough to admit
Just how much I get from it
When I cry myself to sleep about that
Cheat about that
Get in too deep about that
When I sweat hours a week about that
Compete about that
Let her treat me like that
I think that it's love
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
Spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight took all I had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
Keep the faith
Broken glass
Same mistakes
Broken glass
Just a phase
Broken glass
Just a phase
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
Spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight takes all I have
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass