Scratches

Scratches - John Frusciante

Written by：John Frusciante

The scratches of a dark night

The rashes of foresight

Now wanted you

Ooh hoo ooh

The weight of my reason

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 name I was clearing

Was the walls that grew

The crazes I overlooked

The leans into the cook

And I did

And I did

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

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

Know I tried