Tytuł: Imaginary Friend

• Wykonawca: Chantal Kreviazuk
• Wyświetleń: 270

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 smellin' dead flowers
  And listenin' to the walls again
  I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet
  And writin' 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 waitin' for their own turn
  Kinda like show and tell
  
  I'm smellin' dead flowers
  And listenin' to the walls again
  I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet
  And writin' 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 time
  
  I'm smellin' dead flowers
  And listenin' to the walls again
  I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet
  And writin' with this dried up pen
  You know that I'm smellin' dead flowers
  And listenin' to the walls
  Drinkin' from a leaky faucet
  And writin' 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