Imposter

Oh go on, go on, make yourself at home

You watch my every move with a stare so disapproving

I swear it doesn't matter if I win or if I lose

It's all the same

When I play your twisted game

When I went to get some air you were waiting there

Told me it's a one-sided love affair

I chase after my muse

In a race I always lose

The taste of all these blues

Is so bittersweet like you

But it's all the same

When I play your twisted game

This used to feel like home, I

Never second guessed myself

You crept in through the window

Treat my mind like a goddamn hotel

Are you packing up anytime soon
You know damn well
Checkout is at noon

You're in every roadside coffee, every backstage thought

Can't you find some other house to haunt

I even flew five thousand miles to play but never felt so small

I guess you're transatlantic baby, can't escape your call

But I'll try just the same

When I play your twisted game

My feet are in the room

But my mind is out the door
I should be happy
That I made it here at all
At all