John Frusciante - Untitled #3 | Текст песни

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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 of the frowns
That follow me around
I would like the sky
But there's no reason why
She'd say it in this world with the nose of a girl

It's turned up so
Loud that you hear them resist
The clouds
I've never been here
And know 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
Will be the scribbling nonsense they are
And it would be real
And I eat my last meal
Wish here I could feel
But now I don't even know
If I'm real