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
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