The Answer
(专辑: Consent To Treatment - 2000)
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. Control. If what you're seeing is an open book, That's great 'cause 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. And I'm an automatic steeple For depressed and lonely people. My heart, while in its cage, Give and not receive a
thing, But the
only funny thing: I
don't know how to give myself advice. And I've got this post-traumatic thing. This tattoo of a
ring Around my wedding finger. 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. 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 saving 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. And I'm an automatic steeple For depressed and lonely people. My heart, while in its cage, Give and not receive a
thing, But the
only funny thing: I
don't know how to give myself advice. And I've got this post-traumatic thing, This tattoo of a
ring Around my wedding finger. 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. In love. Before, before, before I
go and get myself in love.