Mascara

There's a belt of sun dripping through a porthole in a set design
Can you read your name?
It's been so long since we blew from the inside
So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge?

Of the world under an ugly sky
You've been lying by
But they meant you, dance under the moonlight
Do what you think is the sum of your own flesh and blood
Above there's small birds gone to trembling
In for thousands of your years

You felt like crystal in your thighs (you get four red candles)
(On the table with your penis by your eyes) you're the one that makes me realize
Big water flowing through to tomorrow (through to your vacation)
Apples and cake must have been your stake (that forced you to drink your gallon of wine)
Your little dark house (but the smile is in an erection)

Makes me feel like I'm alive
You're hidden by your wooden legs (you're my kind, you're my kind)
You always make me feel like a moon in my life (staring down at the world's edge)
All the time

It always makes me feel good to know you're by the whirlpool (you're wrapped in your tights)
(I finally realized this time) you must have bitten your snake, you little dark house

I've been insane, well, the time is slow (I've been to a society where you all make the ceiling, so you can't feel the sunshine)
(And if you see me roaming the hillside, won't you come along?)
The Pope don't matter when the pulp is your sea, don't you agree?
(It's a hard road to the top of yourself, you'll always be alone)

When you're around, I'm wound around your thumb (I like you in my life)
(It makes me feel good just to know I can love someone like you) you wanna be numb
(They'll make it hard for you choose) inside the gun
I can understand, but when you see creation coming you close your eyes

All your billboards and lights are one big fight (and to you, I'm sure, it's no surprise that I could be one of the dead)
Thank God, my underwear's full of lead without you
Without you



Credits
Writer(s): John Anthony Frusciante
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