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

But oh

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, oh

A counter-culture baby

Perfectly dreamy

But oh

I lost you

But you were

Such a fucking hippie, oh

A counter-culture baby

Perfectly dreamy, oh

So fucking trippy

Straight from the '60s

Well, we could have been hippies

But oh

I lost you