Oh

If I cant crawl inside of you

Im 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 youre seeing is an open book

Thats great,

Well Im an open book

But Im real shy

Now theres a part of me seeking

And desperately needing to open up

Thats strange

Because Im an open book

A confused boy



Im 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 dont know how to give myself advice

I have this post-dramatic thing

Theres a tattoo of a ring

That lies around my wedding finger

And thats 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



Theres Zoloft, Wellbutrin, theres Paxil

Thats proven no side effects

But the rest left unnamed

Because they work like a charm on me

But when your savings is drying

You cant stop from crying

You got to suck it up

Youre not her butter cup

Youre not her favorite book



And Im 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 dont know how to give myself advice

I have this post-dramatic thing

Theres a tattoo of a ring

That lies around my wedding finger

And thats where I want to stake this claim

That I got to go live and dream

Before I go and get myself in lov