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 bring months of bad luck
What if it’s just broken glass?
I 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 bring months of bad luck
What if it’s just broken glass?
I 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 bring months of bad luck
What if it’s just broken glass?
I 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