A dove is a glove
That I wear in my heart
And though I like to dress smart
It doesnÂt have any part of the world of fashion
And youÂre there to put me down
And IÂm sick off the frowns that follow me around
I would like the sky but thereÂs no reason why
SheÂd say to this world with the nose of a girl
Turned up so loud that it rings, sings the clouds
I've never been here and though you're physically near
You're pushing me away to decay like the day 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 IÂm somewhere else
Where the words on this page
Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,
And it would be real,
And I eat my last meal
Wish that I could feel
But now I donÂt even know if IÂm real
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