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 ba!@&(t to ceiling, control.

If what you're seeing is an open book,

that's great 'cause I'm an open book.
But I'm real shy.


There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up.
That's strange 'cause I'm an open book, a confused boy.


I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
My heart while in its cage,
give and not receive a thing,

But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice.

I've got this post dramatic thing

I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
around my wedding finger and that'ss 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


There's Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven, no side effects.
But the rest left unnamed 'cause they worked like a charm on me.


But when your saving 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.


And I am an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
My heart while in its cage,
give and not receive a thing,

But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice.

I've got this post dramatic thing

I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
around my wedding finger and thats 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