Imaginary Friend

It scares me to speak my mind

It might sound self absorbed

I don't say half of what I think

I wonder what I'm thinking for



Smelling dead flowers

Listening to the walls again

Drinking from a leaky faucet

And writing with this dried up pen

Wish I still had my imaginary friend



And who needs to listen when

What do I have to sell

Everyone's just waiting for their own turn

Kinda like show and tell



Smelling dead flowers

Listening to the walls again

Drinking from a leaky faucet

And writing with this dried up pen

Wish I still had my imaginary friend

Wish I still had my imaginary friend



Someone to listen

Someone to laugh

Someone to cry at the right times



I'm smelling dead flowers

And listening to the walls again

I'm drinking from a leaky faucet

And writing with this dried up pen

You know that i'm smelling dead flowers

Listening to the walls

Drinking from a leaky faucet

And writing with this dried up pen

Wish I still had my imaginary friend

Wish I still had my imaginary friend



And I would call him up

But I don't remember his name