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