Hippies

I remember you were smoking

In your Stones, white, T-shirt

Walls washed blue

The piano was out of tune

But you were

Such a fucking hippie

A counter-culture baby

Perfectly dreamy

I lost you

And you wore sleepy eyes that glowed like

Summer morning, sunrise

Breathe me in

And sink into my skin

But you were

Such a fucking hippie

A counter-culture baby

Perfectly dreamy

I lost you

But you were

Such a fucking hippie

A counter-culture baby

Perfectly dreamy

So fucking trippy

Straight from the 60's

Well, we could have been hippies

I lost you