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?

Huh, 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?

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

Lettin' 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?

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 be months of bad luck

But what if it's just broken glass?

I spent my summer getting lost in math

Making weight takes all you had

Won't outrun her if you don't hit back

It's just broken glass.