Used

I've been thinking of packing it in and hanging my shoes,
I struggle with stages and can't take bad reviews.

I'm in the wrong game for getting paid,
oh, the right one I've learned for getting laid.

I'm all used. [x3]
So there'll be nothing of me left for you.

I've been thinking of throwing the fight, never to sing,
I spent money too to get me through on leads, old guitars and new strings.

I'm in the wrong world for new friends but the right one for playing pretend:
like your loved and the love it won't end.

I'm all used. [x3]
And there'll be nothing of me left for you.

I've thought about moving abroad, find a house, buy a car,
I'm sick of the sight of my name and being rated with stars.

My life now is rated by men based on interesting marks out of ten,
I hope I don't have to say it again.

I'm all used. [x3]
And there's nothing of me left for you,
and no one to push me on through,
yeah, I'm singing but I'm not sure who to,
Say, who the fuck are you?

I'm all used.
I'm all used.