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, 'cuz I'm an open book
confused boy.
 [bad word] 
And 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
And I've got this post dramatic 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've got to 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

Theres Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's 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
 [bad word] 

In love
Before, before, before I go and get myself, in love
In love
Before, before, before I go and get myself, in love