How does it feel
To be used
And discarded?
Cos baby you're a stopgap
Darling you're a stopgap
Now how does it feel
To be so disposable?
Like a razor or a camera
Or broken lightbulb?
To be so inconsequential?
Or to mean nothing at all?
So how does it feel
To be used
And discarded?
How does it feel to be used?
Do you remember the time
When I was so faithful?
Do you remember
When I was so faithful
To you, oh baby
To you
Or anyone?
But now you're just a stopgap
I will make excuses for it
"I don't want commitment"
"I just want to be alone"
Yes I really like you BUT
I must leave you
But I don't mean to hurt you
Cos I will just fuck around
So I'm sorry
