THE GIRL IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR Verse 1 There’s lipstick on the coffee cup, Mascara bleeding through my cuffs, Cheap motel, blue neon buzzing, Half holy, half self-destruction. The tile is cold against my knees, I count the cracks instead of sleep, Somewhere in the fogged-up glass A younger me is staring back. Mama said, “Don’t lose yourself for love,” But nobody tells you How easy it is to disappear. ⸻ Pre-Chorus Steam rising like a ghost between us, I wipe the mirror clean and there she is— ⸻ Chorus There’s a girl in the bathroom mirror Who still thinks we get out clean, She asks me if it gets any better— God’s honest truth? All that pain was heaven. Darling, there’s a reason Scars don’t wash off clean. ⸻ Verse 2 Gas station sink at 4AM, Holding my hair with shaking hands, Your voicemail breaking through the static Like my heart still never learned. And I wanna tell that younger girl, “You don’t deserve the kind of hurt That makes you beg for love from people Who only know how to leave first.” So if you’re listening through the years, Through every heartbreak waiting here— Don’t let the world make you cruel. Stay soft, even when it cuts through. ⸻ Pre-Chorus Every mirror keeps a version Of who we were before the hurt— ⸻ Chorus There’s a girl in the bathroom mirror Who still thinks we get out clean, She asks me if it gets any better— God’s honest truth? All that pain was heaven. Darling, there’s a reason Scars don’t wash off clean. ⸻ Bridge I see her in fluorescent light, In strangers’ houses late at night, In every woman biting back tears Like silence keeps somebody safe. And all the things I thought would kill me Only taught me how to stay, How to hold somebody gently Without asking them to stay. No, it didn’t make me better— Just taught me how to understand How badly people need each other While pretending they don’t. ⸻ Final Chorus There’s a girl in the bathroom mirror Still asking if we made it out, Still tracing old lines with her fingers, Still scared love only leaves its marks. God’s honest truth? Some wounds close, but never leave. Darling, there’s a reason Scars don’t wash off clean. ⸻ Outro She smiles through the fogged-up glass Like she already knows— You survive yourself a hundred times, But you never come back whole.
