Imaginary Friend

Chantal Kreviazuk

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

Chantal Kreviazuk Imaginary Friend