Imaginary Friend — текст песни (Chantal Kreviazuk)

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