"Imposter Syndrome" lyrics

"Imposter Syndrome"

August ends
If I'm ever gonna see you again
What I know about the place you kept
Wild one
If you ever get the trial done
I know you have a special name for your God

The way it feels when it's in your head
If I'm ever meant to see you again
You should feel it too

How am I to make you believe me?
How am I to get you to see?
America is burning from the inside out
I don't think we're meant to be free
I don't think we're meant to be free
I don't think we're meant to be

Let me burn another face
I was searching for a painless way to die
But at what percent we communicate, I
Obviously wasn't right
I was searching for a painless way through life
But I run away so I can't be clear why

All my thoughts give way
Disappearing atoms
Desperately, I fall to my hands
All my words give way
Endless abolition
Desperately, I forfeit my plan

How am I to make you believe me?
How am I to get you to see?
America is burning from the inside out
We were never meant to be free
How am I to make you believe me?
How am I to get you to see?
February's torture without you here
I don't ever get the relief

(Oh I know you're the one)
How am I to make you believe me
(All I know is you're the one)
How am I to get you to see?
(We were never meant to be)
America is burning from the inside out
(We were never)
We were never meant to be free

(Oh, I know you're the one)
(All I know is)
(We were never meant to be)
(We were never)


Writer(s): William Yip
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