One More Of You...

John Frusciante - One More Of Me



Now that the day has come

I see myself as everyone

I am whats all around me
No, nothing it just cannot be
Feeling has come from the sun

Like most everything and everyone

What seems lost is free from the force that slowly destroys us

And kills all matter off

Well, we dont control the chance that plays with us

And we get existence back by hurting others

And when we go the other way its ourselves we hurt

But who pushes on though eventually will see

Every moments first

Every moment is first

Whats gone will never come back

But it exists when you think of it

And what is anything, anyway

But a series of things running through your brain

All of the fucked things you do

Are the product of whats happened to you

Whatever you create from love
Is a gift from the place which some call above

Theres only the forces of hate and love

One breaks things down and one builds them up.