The Answers
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 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 '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
And I've got this post-traumatic thing
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 gotta 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 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
I am 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
And I've got this post-traumatic thing
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 gotta 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