How did I get to here?
Alone in this soft-spoken room.
Walls are all painted in black.
Covered in those I've pursued.

So please don't go.
My parents said so.

I'm okay.

When did I lose my wings?
Or did I just hover in place?
Thinking I'm rising but I might be falling.
Coming dead last in the race.

So pleased to know.
Everybody says so.

|--CHORUS--|

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not who I am.
I've got this empty bottle.
Waiting so patiently for me at home.

Why did they hold me so dear.
Eventually I would disappear.
Since I've absconded, they've all responded with
Condolences year after year.

So what do I do?
When they haven't a clue?

Who I am?

What is chance of all this?
Hiding in truths made of blissful thinking though
I do not care for these words.
But it's fair to say I've been dismissed.

So what can I say?
Have I got another way?

|--CHORUS--|

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not who I am.
I've got this empty bottle.
Waiting so patiently for me at home.

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not really me.
I've got this empty bottle.
So quick to join me, but so quick to leave.


I may not be myself, but I know who I want to be right now.

I might be someone else but they are them and I'm not lost I'm found.

I take for granted all the things I have been gifted here I know.

I took face value of the things that I was always told.


|--CHORUS--|

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not who I am.
I've got this empty bottle.
Waiting so patiently for me at home.

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not myself.
I've got this empty bottle.
All of this drinking is bad for my health.

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not who I am.
I've got this empty bottle.
Waiting so patiently for me at home.

I've got imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome. I'm not who I am.
But if I'm forced to be me.
I've got to say that I'm one lucky man.