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,
That's great 'cuz I'm an open book,
A confused boy.

I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and
Lonely people.
My heart while in it's 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 post dramatic thig.
I've got 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.

There's Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven,
No side effects.
But the rest left unnamed 'cuz they'd 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 buttercupp,
You're not her favorite book.