Parapraxis (Short) by Ada Lark

Verse 1: In the quiet of my mind There's a truth I try to hide But my words, they slip and slide A parapraxis in the light Chorus: Oh, a slip of the tongue, Reveals where I'm from, A thought left unsung, A motive sprung Verse 2: Every Freudian slip I make, It's like my mind's on the break, Unveiling what's at stake, With every parapraxis I take Chorus: Oh, a slip of the tongue, Reveals where I'm from, A thought left unsung, A motive sprung Bridge: Through the cracks of my control, My secrets start to unfold, In the slip, the truth is told, Parapraxes, they never grow old Outro: So when I stumble over words, Know it's more than just absurd, It's my subconscious, undeterred, A parapraxis, my voice unheard