a dove is a glove that i wear on my heart and though i d 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 i should say to this world with the nose of a girl it s turned up so loud that it erases the clouds i ve never been here and though you re physically near 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 in my eyelid but i know i m somewhere else where the words on this page would be the scribbling nonsense they are and it would be real and i eat my last meal wish that i could feel but now i don t even know if i m real