the not-so-tragic story of alice

New years eve,
I took a paper and wrote
I love you
To an imaginary friend,
I bottled it up in a glass
And tossed it into the lake
With my eyes closed
And my fingers crossed.

That night my dad sat on my bed
And asked me what I'd done,
I told him it was nothing
But he didn't believe me,
When I told him I was crying into my pillow.

He shook his head,
Told me my mind was fucked up
But don't worry, he'd said
I'll fix you.

Well what he didn't know
And what I'll never tell him,
Was how I'd made a toast
With his favorite whiskey
To the girl in my mind
And told her to never leave.