About Your Imaginary Friend

I said that I don't know

When you asked if I should go

But maybe if I wasn't lying I'd try

For a little bit

For the hell of it

But maybe

I'll meet me

And save me

From this place

'Cause these days

I'd rather waste away, in my grave

Waiting for the real me to occupy my brain

Let me listen to you or else I'll go insane

This is the end

I feel like I'm my own imaginary friend