reflecting in quiet places where you haunt you're almost everything i want you to be perfection undiluted found i can't get my head around you at all i'm troubled i'll wonder to the very end why always i'm followed by my imaginary friend you haven't heard a word i've said confined within a book i've read and now it's sticking in my head yet again maybe i'm too hard to convince lately you've started making sense you're not just in my mind somehow i just wanna be sure right now i'm somewhat insecure i know you're calling me a friend