I kissed him in the corner by his vintage Beatles poster
And he tasted just like cherries and the vodka on the coaster
Took him like a pill to curb the guilt and hold me over
Was getting good at making good guys taste like closure
Think I used him as a band aid
So I wouldn't think of you
Thought he could kiss it make it better
But he only hid the truth
Think I used him as a band aid
Maybe I should just come clean
Maybe I should finally rip it off
And ruin everything
Think I
I think I used him
I think I
I think I used him
I think I
Scrolling webmd trying to see if I can point where it hurts
They even have a page for unreciprocated love that's getting worse
And it's fine oh I'm so fine
I'm still a pessimist aren't I?
Let's all try, say I'm alright
Even if someone has to lie
Think I used him as a bandaid
So I wouldn't think of you
Thought he could kiss it make it better
But he only hid the truth
Think I used him as a bandaid
Maybe I should just come clean
Maybe I should finally rip it off
And ruin everything
Think I
I think I used him
I think I
I think I used him
I think I
I think I used him
I think I
Oh I think I used him
I think I