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. [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.