Imposter Syndrom

We’ll pour you out
you land, you take a bow
to no one
I try to feed you
music for cats
right now
your brain is a great a mystery as mine
still they use you
to understand time

I’m easy listening as they go about.

this being will self destruct in 5 4 3 2 1

wired to hurt
Spent years building character 
and today i'm getting paid.
Your'e all writing poetry
I just worry
How long before 
my cover's blown

I’m easy listening as you go about.

Show us your eyes
you owe us you owe us your eyes
take off those shades 
we wear black
we too want to swallow light
Isn't it a waste?
all these beautiful words that will never
meet the ear
I showed up late. 
i’m taking off my shades