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