Untitled #3 - John Frusciante

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 IN ARREARS, STEALS THE CLOUDS

I’ve never been here and though you’re physically near

You’re pushing me away to decay like the days 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

Wouldn’t be the scribbling nonsense they are,

And it would be real,

And I’d eat my last meal

Wishing I could feel

But now I don’t even know if I’m real