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.
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,
Is 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've got this real dramatic thing
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
There's Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven, no side effects.
But the rest left unnamed 'cause they work 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,
Listen very closely
You are no longer her favorite book.
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 don't know how to give myself advice.
I've got this real dramatic thing
This tattoo of a ring
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.