John Frusciante - One More Of Me

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