Be Your Own Imposter Syndrome

See you in your next life, honey Waiting for that big axe to fall See you when you make your money Asking why I never have called All you know What's miserable This song won't write itself An empty head You know they said In your own little hell Be your own imposter syndrome Be the one you can't live up to Be your own high expectation A goal you can never seem to do See you then A hopeless mess The strings went out of tune You couldn't help What demons felt You're always set to lose Maybe you will be somebody Maybe all the walls crash on you Why don't you just stop complaining And give me something worthwhile to do While we forget What's heaven sent You promised that you would What's in your head The living dead I can't say that it's new