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?
