Someone’s Gonna Find Me Out

I'm a fraud and a fake:
I make it up as I go
I should take things much, much, much slower
Than I do

But sometimes you have to
Climb out of your skin
To find out who you are
I guess someone's gonna find me out

What kind of crazy do you have to be
To put yourself in situations you can't control?
Well, you know you'll get there one day;
But you've only got till Sunday
Until everybody finds you out

So I ploughed on ahead
Regardless of my instincts' chatter
It's as if they just don't matter much
Anymore

But everyone knows you're
All smoke and no flame
To me, it's all the same
I guess someone's gonna find me out...
Someone's gonna find me out...
Someone's gonna find me out
This time