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