You're my methadone
My nutra sweet
My false sense of satisfaction
You're my gucci bag
Bought on the street
My own cheap imitation
And I know that I'm just using you
For my own contentment
And I know that I'm just leading you on
What's wrong with that?
You're my silicone
My plexigla*s
My close approximation
You're my iron lung
My jarvik heart
It's no big revelation
And I know that I'm just using you
For my own contentment
And I know that I'm just leading you on
What's wrong with that?
And I know
That I should let you go
I shouldn't do to you
What's been done to me
But if I can't
Have what I want
At least I know
I can take what I need
And I know that I'm just using you
For my own contentment
And I know that I'm just leading you on
What's wrong with that?
And I know that I'm just using you
I'm just doing what you would do
If I ever gave you the chance to
What's wrong with that?