Lyrics Psychosocial - 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