My Imaginary Friend..

You wouldn't care that my notes weren't to scale,
When you danced like you couldn't hold your ale;
Now the rhythm, tune and the verse,
Are mired, sombre and so terse,
Won't you tap your feet, recreate the beat, my imaginary friend?

Wanting that gray unfound in your palette,
Brusquely, i wished you away;
But you could never be irked, never be vexed,
And you're too wise to be perplexed,
Won't you come back to be my fan, my critic, my imaginary friend?

You could use stars for crumbs and find the way,
With you around, comfort was in being distrait;
Now that i've been learning the meaning of yearning,
And you're incapable of spurning,
Won't you find your way back into my lair, my imaginary friend?