Chantal Kreviazuk - Imaginary Friend текст песни

It scares me to speak my mind

It might sound self-absorbed

I dont say half of what I think.

I wonder what Im thinkin for

Im smelling dead flowers

And listening to the walls again

Im drinking from a leaky faucet

And writing this with a dried up pen

Wish I still had my imaginary friend

And who needs to listen, well...

What do I have to sell

Everyones just waitin for their own turn

Kind of like show and tell

Someone to listen

Someone to laugh

Someone to cry at the right times

And I would call him up

But I dont remember his name