Cut Myself Out — текст песни (John Frusciante)

You fall around these thoughts
Where you made me come, dear
Leave all the days behind that made you run.
I shall forget the days that you told me to
I was such a waste when I cut myself out
Now the fall is over baby

You`ll descend but at a rate you`ll find is slow
And all these times afraid to walk the room
That you have to take, there is no other way
It`s forces far above you, though you want me to
I`ll decorate these heights, I`ll make it fit right
Somehow we wait from old to young
Now the word is small
Oooohaayayiahhh...............