Tissues

As a psychologist, I've studied the detrimental effects of hookup culture on happiness, self-esteem, and mental health.
As a romantic who has only ever been treated like a partner, a princess, someone to be cherished and celebrated and embraced, I feel devastated for people (especially the younger generations) who have never known the explosive, powerful intimacy of small touches between couples who sincerely care about one another.
It's soul-sucking to men and women alike to be used as a human jizz rag.
Lyrics:
Verse 1
It started when you said you were lonely, and it broke my heart to hear you felt that way
All alone.
I knew full well that you didn't love me, but I couldn't let you sleep alone on your birthday
On your own.
Verse 2
When I couldn’t tell lust from affection, your hand on my stomach took my breath away
Made me warm
It still feels nice, although since that lesson, the way you touch me hasn’t felt the same
Who’d’ve known?
Pre-chorus
But I love you enough that I care that how you feel
Love you enough that I will hold you tight
I love you enough to give myself the raw deal
And help you through the night
Chorus
And every week you take the garbage out, and go to the beach with your real friends
And I'm not one of them
And every week you throw the tissues out, and I am one of them
I know I'm one of them
Verse 3
Every week (or four) when you have me over, I see a box of tissues beside your head-
Board or floor
You give some empty praise about the clothes I wore, then you pour us a drink and lead me to bed
All I'm for.
Verse 4
I was never one to let people use me, but at first there was comfort in giving the love that I want
It’s been a couple of months since the comfort was gone, but I might feel it again if just once you’d invite me along
Pre-chorus
But I love you enough that I care that how you feel
Love you enough that I will hold you tight
I love you enough to give myself the raw deal
And help you through the night
Help you through the night
Chorus
And every week you take the garbage out, and go to the beach with your real friends
And I'm not one of them
And every week you throw the tissues out, and I am one of them
I know I'm one of them
I want to be one of your real friends
I want to be one of your real friends