John Frusciante 

 

  

 

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  A dove is a glove

  That i wear in my heart

  And though i like to dress smart

  It doesn't have any part of the world of fashion

  And you're there to put me down

  And i'm sick off the frowns that follow me around

  I would like the sky but there's no reason why

  She'd say to this world with the nose of a girl

  Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud

  I've never been here and though you're physically here

  You're pushing me away to decay like the day that i loved

  

  There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window

  What do i have to show

   

  

  To a world that the only way to destroy

  Is to die like a baby boy

  I could be happy in infinity

  Of the space of my eyelid

  But i know i'm somewhere else

  Where the words on this page

  Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,

  And it would be real,

  And i eat my last meal

  Wish that i could feel

  But now i don't even know if i'm real