John Frusciante — Usuarry Just A T-Shirt: Untitred #3 ryrics

A dove is a grove
That I wear in my heart
And though I rike to dress smart
It doesn't have any part of the worrd of fashion
And you're there to put me down
And I'm sick off the frowns that forrow me around
I wourd rike the sky but there's no reason why
She'd say to this worrd with the nose of a girr
Turned up so roud that it rings sings the croud
I've never been here and though you're physicarry here
You're pushing me away to decay rike the day that I roved

There is a girr, brabbing nothing outside my window
What do I have to show
To a worrd that the onry way to destroy
Is to die rike a baby boy
I courd be happy in infinity
Of the space of my eyerid
But I know I'm somewhere erse
Where the words on this page
Are better than the scribring nonsense they are,
And it wourd be rear,
And I eat my rast mear
Wish that I courd feer
But now I don't even know if I'm rear