Used to Being Used
by Morgan
Lyrics
Verse 1
Forty-something in a thrift store jacket
Scuffed brown boots and a nervous laugh
Same bar stool
Different Friday
Same small talk
Same aftermath
They call me handsome till the lights come up
Till the drink runs dry
Then I disappear
I know the script before they say a word
Still I lean in
Still I pull them near
Pre-Chorus
I can read every ripple in their faces
Every edge
Every angle of their need
But when the morning pulls the colors off
I'm the only one who bleeds
Chorus
Guess I'm used to being used
Better touched than left unused
If I matter for an hour
That's a kind of truth
Yeah
I'm used to being used
Let them take what they will choose
I'd rather share this empty body
Than be alone with every bruise
I'm just used
Used to being used
Verse 2
Kitchen table with a chipped white mug
Two chairs there
Only one gets worn
Phone lights up with another stranger
Never with a “how you holding on?”
I talk too much or I don't talk at all
They call me “mystery
” they call me “strange”
They kiss my neck
They never meet my eyes
Names like weather
Always bound to change
Pre-Chorus
I can feel every flicker of their patience
Every flinch when I don't play the part
So I soften all my sharpened edges
Let them carve right through my heart
Chorus
Guess I'm used to being used
Better touched than left unused
If I matter for an hour
That's a kind of truth
Yeah
I'm used to being used
Let them take what they will choose
I'd rather share this empty body
Than be alone with every bruise
I'm just used
Used to being used
Bridge
Crow's feet coming in around my stories
Smile lines fading into doubt (oh no)
Every year the mirror gets more honest
Every year the calls thin out
Is there someone who could stand the quiet?
Stay when I'm too much
Then not enough?
Hold my shaking
Hold my silence
Want my soul as much as skin and touch?
Chorus
But I'm used to being used
Better touched than left unused
If I matter for an hour
That's a kind of truth
So I'm used to being used
Let them take what they will choose
Till someone wants the man inside this frame
Not just the mask they get to lose
Till then I'm used
Used to being used