John Frusciante - Cut Myself Out

You fooled around these times 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 I don't need you finding slow And all these times are free to walk the room That you have to take, there is no other way Its forces will revolve you, though you want me to I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it feel right So how we'll wait from old to young Now the world is small Oh oh yeah aaah aaaaaaa