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
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