Totally Unqualified

I'm in a big work meeting, and I'm nodding my head

At a chart with colored arrows that I probably misread

I'm wearing my adult costume, I got it on sale

Hoping no one notices my hands are cold and pale

I'm saying words like "synergy" and "actionable reports"

While my inner child is building pillow and blanket forts

And who let me be in charge of me?

I'm totally unqualified for my own reality

I'm just waiting for the moment when they all find out the truth

That I'm just a scared kid playing dress-up in this suit

I'm bluffing my way through it, with a confident facade

Is this what being grown-up is? A beautiful, strange fraud?

I just paid my taxes, or at least I really tried

The website was confusing, so I panicked and I cried

I'm eating wilted spinach, 'cause they say it's good for you

While I'm watching cartoons made for people under two

I give my friends advice on love, and how they should be brave

Then I go home and I wonder about the therapy I crave

And who let me be in charge of me?

I'm totally unqualified for my own reality

I'm just waiting for the moment when they all find out the truth

That I'm just a scared kid playing dress-up in this suit

I'm bluffing my way through it, with a confident facade

Is this what being grown-up is? A beautiful, strange fraud?

I look around the office, the subway, and the store

Is everybody acting? Is there something I ignore?

Are we all just improvising a play we didn't write?

And just hoping that we make it to the curtain call at night?

Just keep bluffing.

Yeah, just keep bluffing.

Unqualified.