I tell you, I tell you

You hold my cards

You did from the start

You rang the bell from inside

You make the corners wide

You hang up on a cell phone

I say hi

I fail you, I fail you

You don't know how

Can't figure it out

You make the tail a headstone

And you don't see those from death

Perspective is an answer we don't get

Put it on a flat space height will make it thin or wide

Seen from a distance objects hide in plain sight

Ooh I feel better cuz I killed a messenger

You know I keep an honest head

Being so mislead

You make the sins glimmer

And do take the lower road

There's ends I meet from your hands still unknown

Ooh I am desert

It's easy to rely on luck

You don't care what the past has been

There's only what may be

He makes the days the days happen

And I make light in dark minds

You take the signal inward and it shines

Ooh I feel better cuz I killed a messenger

You know I keep my eyes peeled

There's nothing you could steal

You hold heat in the ice bin

There is nothing you have been

Oh be sad, be sad (lifted from the unofficial John Frusciante fansite)