Scratches - John Frusciante

The scratches of a dark night

The rashes of foresight

And I wanted you

Ooh-hoo-ooh

The weight of my freezing

I had come to you

The face I was given

I have no similarities to

The spaces in the law look

Like the faces in a word book

I get by

I get by

The matches of opportunities

The last thing I’ve never seen

And I scream to you

Ooh-hoo-ooh

The pain I was needing

Was sort of true

The one aim I was clearing

Was the walls that grew

The crazes I overlooked

The leans into the cook

And I did

And I did

And I was screaming bloody murder

And I was one with pain

And I stopped by the roadside

Cuz it’s from where I came

Oh my god

But it’s so far away

It would seem accidents

Have gone straight to you

And you’ve changed your point of view

And the places you’re going to

A get crowded

I got crowded

And I’m so glad that you’re mine

It twists up the fabric of time

And I’m useless

Yes I’m useless

And the faces are bodies

And your hands are feet

Let me roll around

In things I can’t believe

But I tried

Yes I tried

And I tried

You know I tried