Reality Used to Be a Friend of Mine (CJ Macintosh 7" edit) Lyrics & Tabs by P.M. Dawn
Reality Used to Be a Friend of Mine (CJ Macintosh 7" edit)
guitar chords lyrics
(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 you 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 seems to be a bit hazy
Tried to house me but a house has doors
I was insane and the picture was crazy
So the relevance here seems to be a bit hazy
But I tried to explain this in the simplest terms
But she let the cross burn and it was my turn to say,
"The roses are red, and violets are blue, j
and things are gonna stay that way, too"
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 yp on me
But I woke up, I told her "Yo step off me"
What you wnat me to do?
You want me to sweat blood,
And hang up on your strings like a marionette does?
Go to the PM 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? Hell 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 disragard everything she tells me
Believe in her and she's happy and healthy
What is real, a posotive plane
Reality and life are no the same
as to her equivalent 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}
OK, fine, nevermind
But reality used to be a friend of min
(chorus 2x)
Chase the blues away
Take your mind off reality and leave her alone
