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

• Believer
• Boot
• Co-dependent
• Disagree
• Don't Be Good
• God Made Me
• Grace
• Green Apples
• Hands
• Imaginary Friend
• Surrounded
• Wayne