As the lights turn on
The people trickle out
Along with their facades
Even mine, even yours.

And we're left to face the mirrors
As we wash off the day
That no one really cared to hear about.
Even mine, even yours.

So we give ourselves a talk
While furiously pointing  
To naked reflections,
"You are glorious."
Even me, even you.

Than we'll nestle into our beds
With the single light of false color
Scrolling past while chanting,
"You are better."
Even me, even you.