When Lyri Was a Hippie

I just fucked myself up
 And it was the best lay I've ever had
 Reality doesn't matter when you run into the crazies
 And I still run to them
 And fantasy will always be inside their heads, their mazes
 And I still pray for them
 Stars will fall... And everything must follow!
 The mess you leave behind
 All the time
 No, it doesn't fit us well
 So the dreams became true
 And although life is a dream
 I remain speechless
 Until I start to scream
 Yes he was a motherfucking hippie... and you're the one who follows!
 The mess you leave behind
 All the time
 No, it doesn't fit us well