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