If I can't crawl inside of you I'm laughing with a broken face I stumble across my self esteem But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space
Understand That God wrapped you like a bow But in my head There's some shelves that need cleaning From basement to ceiling, control
If what you're seeing is an open book That's great, well I'm an open book But I'm real shy
Now there's a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up That's strange, 'cuz I'm an open book A confused boy.
(Chorus) And I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people My heart while in its cage, is used to give and not receive a thing But the only funny thing, is that I dont know how to give myself advice And I've got this post dramatic thing I've got this tattoo of a ring That lies around my wedding finger And that's where I want to state this claim That I've got to learn to live and dream Before I go and get myself in love
In love Before, before, before I go and get myself, in love
Theres Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven No side effects But the rest left unnamed 'cuz they worked like a charm on me
But when your savings is drying You can't stop from crying You've got to suck it up You're not her buttercup You're not her favorite book
(Chorus) And I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people My heart while in its cage, is used to give and not receive a thing But the only funny thing, is that I dont know how to give myself advice And I've got this post dramatic thing I've got this tattoo of a ring That lies around my wedding finger And that's where I want to state this claim That I've got to learn to live and dream Before I go and get myself in love
In love Before, before, before I go and get myself, in love In love Before, before, before I go and get myself, in love