you’re always one to complain
but you’re never around to take the blame
why’s this price tag stapled on my head
can’t you look outside yourself

here’s a mirror stare into it long
a long long time
study every detail of what is you
you’re not perfect
you’re not a goddess

you’re never one to explain
a puzzle. you like to leave pieces out of place
what are these ink blots on these cards
a butterfly? think outside the box

here’s a picture stare at it long
a long long time
study every curve. can’t you recognize you?

i’m not surprised
i don’t even know who you are

just can’t make sense of this ink

Lyrics submitted by DetroiToledo

Rorschack song meanings
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