Psychosocial Songtext
von Brooke Fraser

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
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Give me all access, give me what I want
The compassionship of your tableau vivants
I'm entertained until I'm not


Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
Psychosocial
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)
Psychosocial (And you won′t ′cause I'm a...)
Psychosocial (It′s like I don't even know you)
Psychosocial (It′s like I don't even know you)
I love your projection but I don′t love you