Oh
If I can't crawl inside of you
I'm laughing with a broken face
I stumble across my self-esteem
But your picture of pleasure is making me want my space

Understand
That God wrapped you like a bow
But in my head theres 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
Because I'm an open book
A confused boy

I'm an automatic steeple
For depressed and lonely people
My heart while in its cage
Used to give and not receive a thing
But the only funny thing is
That I don't know how to give myself advice
I have this post-dramatic thing
There's a tattoo of a ring
That lies around my wedding finger
And that's where I want to stake this claim
That I got to go live and dream
Before I go and get myself in love
in love
Before, before I go and get myself in love

There's Zoloft, Wellbutrin, theres Paxil
That's proven no side effects
But the rest left unnamed
Because they work like a charm on me
But when your savings is drying
You can't stop from crying
You got to suck it up
You're not her butter cup
You're not her favorite book

And I'm an automatic steeple
For depressed and lonely people
My heart while in its cage
Used to give and not receive a thing
But the only funny thing is
That I don't know how to give myself advice
I have this post-dramatic thing
There's a tattoo of a ring
That lies around my wedding finger
And that's where I want to stake this claim
That I got to go live and dream
Before I go and get myself in love
In love
Before, before I go and get myself in love