Lyrics:

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 smelling dead flowers

And listening to the walls again

I'm drinking from a leaky faucet

And writing this with a 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

Kind of like show and tell


Someone to listen

Someone to laugh

Someone to cry at the right times


And I would call him up

But I don't remember his name