I love your projection, but I don't love you You perceive 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 cliche I can click on you Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial Give me all access, give me what I want The confidence ship, I feel the blue feed on I'm entertained Until I'm not Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial 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 Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial Psychosocial I love your projection, but I don't love you