Imposter Syndrome - Audiotree Live Version

Unfortunately, I am my own dog, my own fur companion
My own old lady on a forum who types in glittery decorum
Unfortunately, I take myself out walking every day and
I hand my legs to the feet and I give my head to the leash

Every other day, I'm wondering
"What's a human being gotta be like?
What's a way to just be competent?"
These sweet instincts ruin my life
Every other day, I'm wondering
Was it a mistake to try and define
What I'm certain's mad incompetence
These sweet instincts, ruin my life

I can't smell well or tell the time, I'm
Not K through eight, nor K dash nine
For human grossly underqualified
For K nine grossly overqualified
I don't blend in at PetSmart
And that truth holds true at the Walmart
In either case, they say to me
"What the fuck is lost in isle three?"

Every other day, I'm wondering
"What's a human being gotta be like?
What's a way to just be competent?"
These sweet instincts ruin my life
Every other day, I'm wondering
Was it a mistake to try and define
What I'm certain's mad incompetence
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Just watch me moving far away
Nobody even knows my name and
No one suspects that I'm not fine and
Nobody ousts behavioural Frankenstein
Just look at Victor in L.A. and
Side with the "Y" at U of A
And all the majors at the labels
I'm rebooting soon as I am able

Every other day, I'm wondering
"What's a human being gotta be like?
What's a way to just be competent?"
These sweet instincts ruin my life
Every other day, I'm wondering
Was it a mistake to try and define
What I'm certain's mad incompetence
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
These sweet instincts ruin my life
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da



Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Frances Gish
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