Chantal Kreviazuk Lyrics
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 thinkin' for
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
Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And who needs to listen
Well, what do I have to sell
Everyone's just waiting for their own turn
Kind of like show and tell
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
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
And listening to the walls again
I'm 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