This Cold - John Frusciante

I don’t need a ride to arrive

I don’t feel approached any time

If you feel a fader on a decline

Out of all you’ve ever been

And you won’t need time

You never need time

I don’t need this every god

You see every ghost am I Have we found a phase to be out of Transfer all your thoughts to me And you won’t need love

We don’t need love

I don’t need this sin to go Down to where all forevers flow

Every fate revealed slow

Never talking back to me Say it out loud

I feel this cold

I never stay and I never go