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