A 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 off the frowns that follow me around   I would like the sky but there's no reason why   She'd say to this world with the nose of a girl   Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud   I've never been here and though 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   Are better than the scribling 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