Imaginary Friends
Are always the fucking best
Helping me with these times of end
And helping me get my rest.

I lay in bed
Thinking of all that was said
The night before
I can’t take anymore

But I close my eyes
And delve into a hundred lies
Thinking of make believe happiness
And a world that never was

I dream and all seems
To be so well and no one’s mean
But I know I’ll awake
To nothing but pain that I just can’t take

My friends help me with all of my problems
I don’t have to worry about all of my sins
As that alarm shouts into my ear
I turn it off so I don’t have to hear.

In the sorrowed halls
I hear mocking calls
Making me stall
And meet my fall.