The speaker is a girl who loves a boy and is slowly wearing herself down trying to win his attention. She opens by calling him perfect, but almost everything after that undercuts the idea. He barely talks to her, he calls her "ratchet," and he criticizes her jeans, her jacket, and her shirt. Instead of questioning him, she questions herself: Am I annoying? Stupid? Ugly?
The most striking moment is a quiet admission that she is sometimes afraid of him, as if he might hurt her. She mentions it and moves on, which makes it feel even more worrying. She also holds back tears when he insults her, so she hides her pain.
The mood is sad, raw, and painfully honest. The trailing dots suggest hesitation and exhaustion. Her list of efforts, with makeup, perfume, and lotion, shows how hard she tries to be wanted. The title and last line confirm what she already seems to know: the effort is going nowhere.