​Out the Mud, In the Mirror

Verse 1

Came out the mud, but it ain’t come off me

Got a nice room now, still don’t sleep easy

Still wake up weird, like I forgot something

Still keep my phone on loud for nothing

Got money now, cool, that’s true

Still walk in the house with my shoes on too

Still eat too fast, still lock that door twice

Still mess up peace like I don’t know nice

Thought I’d feel bigger when I finally got here

Thought it’d get better when the checks got clear

But I just got quieter, that’s all

Stand in the mirror and stall

Hook

Out the mud, in the mirror

Everything clearer, I just don’t feel clearer

Thought getting paid would fix my head a little

But all it did was make the room real little

Out the mud, in the mirror

New place, same ache, just dressed up richer

I look alright, I guess, from a distance

But me and my face still got some tension

Verse 2

I got clean floors now

Still got that old life all in my body somehow

Don’t laugh the same

Don’t trust good days

Don’t know what to do when nobody needs saving

People act different, I do too

That part’s ugly, but it’s true

Some folks love you more when you shine

Some only miss the version that was easier to find

And love got strange

I got touched and still felt far away

Like, yeah, come here, sure

But don’t look too long, I’m not that sure

I bought nice clothes, nice wine, nice time

Still had that pit in me by nighttime

Still had that feeling like I snuck in here

Like somebody’s gonna say I can’t sit there

Hook

Out the mud, in the mirror

Everything clearer, I just don’t feel clearer

Thought getting paid would fix my head a little

But all it did was make the room real little

Out the mud, in the mirror

Same old hurt in a better-lit picture

I look brand new to the people outside

But I still feel like I’m catching up inside

Bridge

And maybe that’s it

Maybe nothing’s wrong

Maybe I just got here too fast

Maybe the life changed first

And the heart’s taking long

‘Cause back then I knew who I was every day

Tired, broke, mad, but I knew my place

Now I’m alright, and that should be enough

So why do I still feel weird as fuck?

Final Hook

Out the mud, in the mirror

I made it here, but I meet me different here

Thought I’d feel whole when it finally hit me

Now it’s just quiet, and the quiet gets risky

Out the mud, in the mirror

Good news everywhere, but I still feel thinner

I got out, yeah

That part’s true

I’m just not used to

Looking at somebody new