Loss - John Frusciante

It’s handed down as a thing to cry to

And all my wars they treat you kindly

There’s nothing more important that I see

There was a time when all was empty

Unorganized;

a clog;

a death scene

Things opened up and there’s so many

Paths to walk;

ports of entry

Now that I’m gone

Now that I’m long gone

This minute has come and gone

I never said to do anything but forget me

I can’t be lost

I’ve learned everything from loss

For what’s gained there’s an inner cost

I won’t pay it I never would

We left the seasons back in Long Town

There was a hint of sadness going round

We met the brothers who drove arrows

And shot assumptions wide and narrow

I know I mean what I’m forgetting

We give for everything we’re getting

A lot that hasn’t been put away

It’s building up for that fateful someday

Now that I’m gone

Now that I’m long gone

This minute has come and gone

I never said to do anything but forget me

When it seems I’m around

Check again what’s up and what’s down

Many silences make a sound

I’m before the equation and I’m the answer