Someone

I want a someone under my finger I thought I'd try you I knew you'd linger You found me lifeless inside a bottle of my reflection You thought you'd try me but only to practice rejection But only to practice rejection But only to practice rejection Come to my concert I'm not a singer Stand in the back row please if you bring her I sang a love song the traitor to my complexion I'm happy for you I'll say it to practice perfection But only to practice perfection I'll say it to practice perfection I want a someone under my finger I thought I'd try you I knew you'd linger You found me lifeless inside a bottle of my reflection You thought you'd try me but only to practice rejection But only to practice rejection But only to practice rejection