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 plexiglass
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?