Lyrics Brooke Fraser – Psychosocial
Text:
I love your projection but I don’t love you
Your perceived perfection though it’s just not true
I want an escape and tonight that’s you
You are my victim, you are my muse
Just one specimen of a multitude
I want a cliché I can click on cue
I want a cliché I can click on cue
Psychosocial
x4
Give me all access, give me what I want
The companionship of your «tableu vivants»
I’m entertained until I’m not
Psychosocial
x4
You don’t call, you don’t write
It’s like I don’t even know you
You don’t look, you never reply
And you won’t cause I’m a psychosocial
It’s like I don’t even know you
And you won’t cause I’m a psychosocial
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
I love your projection but I don’t love you
