Special?

You thought you were special
But you were just another name upon
An e'r increasing list
Another hopeless, wretched fool
I never should have kissed

You thought you were special
That yours would be the last mouth
That my straying lips would touch
My lips were never faithful
Though you never guessed as much

You thought you were special
That you'd made your bed in mine
That only your head on the pillow would lay
You never smelled the scent, left
By another the very same day