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NBC/NBCUniversal/Getty ImagesPaul Mescal may have an Oscar nomination, but now, he’s coming for that Grammy. On her third studio album Daughter From Hell, Gracie Abrams co-wrote her new song, “Imaginary Friend,” with her boyfriend of nearly two years, Mescal. But ironically, this is no love song.
Instead, on the guitar-driven ditty, produced by her frequent collaborator Aaron Dessner, Abrams reflects on an early-morning encounter in which she felt the presence of a former lover. Plot twist: He wasn’t actually there, reminding her of a childhood imaginary friend. “Thought I heard you, so I stopped and really listened,” she sings. “You said ‘Something, something, something,’ wasn't fair.”
In true sad-girl fashion, Abrams couldn’t let the feeling go, expressing anguish over being haunted and pleading for reconnection. “Promise not to laugh, I talk to you, you don't talk back,” she sings on the chorus. “‘Cause you're a figment of my imagination, man, I f*cking hate it.”
Abrams spoke about her experience writing with Mescal on the New York Times’ Popcast podcast, calling “Imaginary Friend” a “simple, short song” and stating that it wasn’t premeditated. Instead, she realized one day that she didn’t have many “strummers” on her album, and Mescal sat down to help fix that problem, “f*cking around” and “trading lines” back and forth with her.
Jeff Kravitz/FilmMagic, Inc/Getty Images“That was so fun to write together,” she said. “That wasn’t some groundbreaking event for us. We have a very creative home, with friends who are so good at what they do. Everyone feels happy to share that with one another.”
Gracie Abrams’ “Imaginary Friend” Lyrics
Read the full lyrics to Abrams’ new song, co-written with Mescal, below.
I felt you in the morning in the kitchenAnd it spooked me ‘cause you weren’t thereThought I heard you, so I stopped and really listenedYou said “Something, something, something” wasn't fairSo I stop and fill the gapsI’m sorry, but I have to askIf you could do me just a little favor? I’ll return it laterPromise not to laughI talk to you, you don't talk back‘Cause you’re a figment of my imaginationMan, I f*cking hate itOh-oh (Oh)Oh, I hate itOh-oh, oh (Mm)You don’t know even half of what you’re missingBut I’m cool now if you even careDo you remember all the sh*t I broke? Well, I fixed itKick your shoes off, go and leave ‘em by the stairs, but you don’tSo I stop and fill the gapsI'm sorry, but I have to askIf you could do me just a little favorTell me I'm no failure?I promise not to laughI’ve got it wrong, let’s run it backDon't be a figment of my imaginationBut you are, and I f*cking hate itOh, ohIs it me, or is it so hot?Oh, ohIs it time to take our clothes off?Oh, ohAnd is it wrong I’m thinking this thought?Oh, ohWell, I felt you in the morning in the kitchenBut you were unaware
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