Testo Imaginary Friend

It scares me to speak my mindIt might sound self-absorbedI don't say half of what I thinkI wonder what I'm thinkin' forI'm smellin' dead flowersAnd listenin' to the walls againI'm drinkin' from a leaky faucetAnd writin' with this dried up penWish I still had my imaginary friendAnd who needs to listen, well ...What do I have to sellEveryone's just waitin' for their own turnKinda like show and tellI'm smellin' dead flowersAnd listenin' to the walls againI'm drinkin' from a leaky faucetAnd writin' with this dried up penWish I still had my imaginary friendWish I still had my imaginary friendSomeone to listen, someone to laughSomeone to cry at the right timeI'm smellin' dead flowersAnd listenin' to the walls againI'm drinkin' from a leaky faucetAnd writin' with this dried up penYou know that I'm smellin' dead flowersAnd listenin' to the wallsDrinkin' from a leaky faucetAnd writin' with this dried up penWish I still had my imaginary friendWish I still had m yimaginary friendAnd I would call him upBut I don't remember his name