One More Of Me - John Frusciante

Now that the day is come

I see myself as everyone

I am what’s all around me No Nothing, it just cannot be Feelings come from the sun

Like most everything and everyone

What seems lost is free from the force

It slowly destroys us and kills all matter of Well we don’t control the chance that plays with us And we get existence back by hurting others

When we go the other way, its ourselves we hurt

But who pushes on through eventually will see every moment’s first

Every moment is first

What’s gone will never come back

But it exists when you think of it What is anything anyway

But a series of things running through your brain

All of the fucked things you do All the product of what’s happened to you

What ever you create from love

Is a gift from a place which some call above

Cuz only the forces of hate and love

One breaks things down and one builds them up YEAHHHHHHHHH HEY