This Is Why Best Friends Die Out. (I'm Just An Imagination)

Don't mention it.
Don't worry about it.
I'm just an imagination.
Etching and sketching through the sand.
You can use my words for your conversations.
And I'll end up with no transportation.

Stick it to me.
I'll take the blame.
You'll get the fame.
You've got the body.
I've got the box.
I'll take the blame, you'll get the fame.
Keep me in chains, I'll be your slave.

They'll take you.
They'll make you.
They'll change you.
It's nothing personal.
It's nothing to worry about.
It'll be like we've never existed.

Keep it up.
We'll end up buried.
End up under your statues.
Keeping an image, you'll be remembered.
Don't worry about me.
I'll be buried under your statues.

Don't mention it.
Don't worry about it.
I'm just an imagination.

It's ok.
You''ll get the fame.
I'll be the one to blame.