Nada Surf

Hey, calling all imaginary friends!
Today, don't want no one to tell me how it ends
Took breathing for granted
and now i don't know how to breathe
something that you planted
just won't get up and leave
Hey, i'm bewildered and writing myself notes
Say if you fake happiness then no one knows
Convince yourself
and then you've got it made
There'll be no black of night,
just the turned out lights
You only get to play one time
Lenny Bruce 's bug eyes stare from a LP
Asking me just what kind
of fight i got in me