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dove is a glove 
That i wear in my heart 
And though I like to dress smart 
It doesn't have any part of the world of fashion 

And you're there to put me down 
And I'm sick of the frowns 
That follow me around 
I would like the sky 
But there's no reason why 
She'd say it in this world with the nose of a girl 

It's turned up so 
Loud that you hear them resist 
The clouds 
I've never been here 
And know you're physically here 
You're pushing me away 
To decay like the day that I loved 

There is a girl blabbing nothing outside my window 
What do I have to show 
To a world that the only way to destroy 
Is to die like a baby boy? 
I could be happy in infinity 
Of the space of my eyelid 
But I know I'm somewhere else 
Where the words on this page 
Will be the scribbling nonsense they are 
And it would be real 
And I eat my last meal 
Wish here I could feel 
But now I don't even know 
If I'm real