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
But in my head
There's some shelves that need cleaning,
from basement to ceiling, control

If what you're seeing is an open book,
thats great 'cuz I'm an open book
But I'm real shy

There's a part of me seeking and desperatly needing
to open up
That's strange 'cuz 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 dont know how to give myself advice

I've got this post dramatic thing
I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
around my wedding finger and thats 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

Theres Zoloft, Welbutrin, theres Paxil thats proven,
no side effects
But the rest left unnamed 'cuz they worked 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,
you're not her favorite book