The Inner Ring, Broken
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