Freudian Autocorrect

So saturated
This room I've found
I'm animated, fervent but split in two
Let's complicate it
And wear you down
In vivid mode my movies all come out as blue

These thoughts and those tones can't tell me what way to swing
Don't just reel me out, cut the string

It's overstated
How deep it goes
It was a bit deflective in retrospect
I've nearly made it
But my luck's run low
And I'll send it as a freudian autocorrect

Oh, how, when those friends of Bill lay off, I can mend
Words just haven't come to me yet

So don't call me out
Play my ego down
And for the longest time
The rumours came and went
Well, you're not to blame
I'm torn again

So saturated
This room I've made
Its colours in a blend of my thoughts and blame
I know I'm caving
But I need your voice then
Just to help the shaking

So don't call me out
Play my ego down
For the longest time
Rumours came and went
Well, you're not to blame
I'm torn again

It's a pretty thought
But the bugger would take me whole
Never saw it but I just know
Such a pretty thought
But the bugger won't let me go
Never saw it, I just know

These thoughts and those tones can't tell me what way to swing
Don't just reel me out, cut the string

So don't call me out
Play my ego down
And for the longest time
Rumours came and went
Well, you're not to blame
I'm torn again

Don't call me out (It's a pretty thought)
Play my ego down (But the bugger would take me whole)
(Never saw it but I just know)
And for the longest time (Such a pretty thought)
Rumours came and went (But the bugger won't let me go)
(Never saw it, I just know)
Well, you're not to blame (It's a pretty thought)
I'm torn again (But the bugger has got me torn again)



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Writer(s): Rongedal Arvid Mille, Daniel Alexander Knut Sundquist
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