Wish I still had my imaginary friend
I'm smellin' dead flowers
Someone to cry at the right time
I wonder what I'm thinkin' for
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And I would call him up
And writin' with this dried up pen
And listenin' to the walls
You know that I'm smellin' dead flowers
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet
What do I have to sell
I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet
Smellin' dead flowers
And listenin' to the walls again
I don't say half of what I think
And listenin' to the walls again
And writin' with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
Someone to listen, someone to laugh
Everyone's just waitin' for their own turn
And writin' with this dried up pen
And writin' with this dried up pen
I'm smellin' dead flowers
Drinkin' from a leaky faucet
And who needs to listen, well
And listenin' to the walls again
Kinda like show and tell
