Imaginary Friends Lyrics

Imaginary Friends lyrics

He's moving into an art deco pad

 To swell the ranks of the clinically sad

 Shaking off the past with a change of address

 But keeps his telephone number and hopes for the best

 

 He makes a list of all his favourite friends

 Then leaves his footprints on the steps 

 That shine with tears that he has wept 

 again... and again...and again... and again...

 

 He bought his clothes from a skateboard boutique

 Hung around in places where nobody speaks

 Got on line to an internet club

 Played trivial persuit with the godess of love

 

 And counted his imaginary friends, 

 Got up to ten, lost count and then 

 Went out to walk the streets

 'Til god knows when

 

 He met a girl who liked a bit of a laugh

 He gained the youth that he'd forgotten to have

 So now they mess about with things that are highly illegal

 Often get mistaken for interesting people

 

 And no-one ever seems to ring their bell

 But do they care, well do they hell

 They're gonna kiss and never tell 

 again... and again... and again... and again