I will use you.

Don't get offended

Don't be shocked

 

It doesn't make you special

It doesn't make you my friend

Pretending to be yours 

is what makes me high

 

I treat your company like a drug

another hello 

equates to another hit

 

Another wasted and awkward conversation

is another shot of venom

up my veins

putting me in a state 

of hallucinating ecstacy 

 

I don't quite think I'm sorry for using you

Right now I'm not so sure

I feel bad for myself

for using you

But not bad enough to stop