Reality Used To Be a Friend Of Mine

Chorus:

Reality used to be a friend of mine.

Reality used to be a friend of mine.

Maybe "Why?" is the question that's on your mind,

But reality used to be a friend of mine.

Reality used to be a friend of mine.

Reality used to be a friend of mine.

Please don't ask me 'cause I don't know why,

But reality used to be a friend of mine.

I used to be friends with reality.

She used to be a pal real close to me.

But she tried to hide from me what was in store.

Tried to house me, but a house has doors.

I was insane and the picture was crazy,

So the relevance here seemed to be a bit hazy.

But I tried to explain this in the simplest terms,

But she let the props burn and it was my turn to say,

"The roses are red, the violets are blue,

And things are going to stay that way, to!"

And I was the nut to believe all of this.

I figured life would just hand me bliss.

Now I have to worry about certain doom

Or will I be here tomorrow afternoon.

Now ask me about the future.

[ ? ]

Chorus

I remember Sandy gave me a hand.

Now I'm known as the maniac man.

Looking and searching for a shred of proof,

Knowing any time this world could go poof.

Now what might happen without me knowin'.

That's why I find myself always tip-tip toeing.

She tried to let prophecy sneak up on me,

But I woke up, I told her, "Yo, step off me!

What you want me to do?

You want me to sweat blood,

And hang up on your strings like a marionette does?

Go to the P.M. on the dock of the bay, sit.

You need a clue. Go back to the basics."

She needs to learn her ABC's.

Her and I sail on different seas.

She sees different from what I sees.

[Do you believe?]

[Hells no!]

Chorus

I lost touch with reality.

I keep it as far as I can from Prince Be.

I just didn't run with the way she flowed,

To where I just said, "Yo, I gots to go!"

But my heart wasn't ill or mad at her.

I just chose to laugh at her,

And disregard everything she tells me.

Believe in her and she's happy and healthy.

What is real: a positive plane.

Reality and life are not the same.

And for her equivalence to what is real,

She doesn't appeal to how I feel.

Maybe I should try transchanneling her.

[Prince, you're taking this trip to far.]

Okay, fine, never mind.

But reality used to be a friend of mine.

Chorus 2X

Chase the blues away.

Take your mind off reality and leave alone....

(Repeat to fade)