Apophenia

How could the streetlight blink on and off

And spell out all your thoughts

That thing you thought you heard me say

I didn't say that thing

That is crazy

You're completely crazy

Pretty soon you'll be telling me

That you've had enough and you're leaving me

Picture of a hunched old lady holding a dog

And telling you what to do

Seemingly random arrangement of turbid material

Telling you what to do

It's only tea leaves

Stop being dramatic

Next thing you'll be saying

That I've been hallucinating you all along

Everyone has got a feeling in the gut

You can't just tune it out

Don't look at me like that

It's only tea leaves

Stop being dramatic

Next thing you'll be saying

That I've been hallucinating you all along

Everyone has got an alien in the gut

Someday it will emerge

Don't look at me like that

Middleburgh police department how may I direct your call

Please speak more slowly

I'm only getting every other word

Person I don't recognize motioning to roll down the window

I'm only getting every other word

That is crazy

You're completely crazy

Pretty soon you'll be telling me

That you've had enough and you're leaving me

Next thing you'll be saying

That I've been hallucinating you all along

Pretty soon you'll be telling me

That you've had enough and you're leaving me