Cut Myself Out Lyrics - John Frusciante

You fall around these lights where 

You made me come, dear 

Leave all the days behind that made you run. 

I sure 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 at a rate you'll find is slow 

And all these times afraid to walk the room 

That you have to take, there is no other way 

It's forces far above you, though you want me to 

I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right 

Somehow we wait from old to young 

Now the word is small 

All the way over.