Intro: Am Em G Am (a couple of times Am Em If I could crawl inside of you G Am I'm laughing with a broken face Am Em I stumble across my self esteem G Am But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space C (?) Understand ... C Am that God wrapped like a bow C (?) But in my head ... C
There's some shelves that need cleaning from basement to ceiling Am control Verse 2: (same Am - Em - G - Am) If what you're seeing is an open book that's great well I'm an open book, but i'm real shy. 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. CHORUS: (Am - Em - G - Am again.) Am I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people Em my heart while in it's cage, is used to giving and not recieve a thing G but the only funny thing, is that i don't know how to give myself Am Advice. Am I've got this post traumatic thing I've got this tatoo of a ring that lies Em Around my wedding finger, that's where I'd like to state this claim G that i gotta learn to live and dream before I go and get myself Am In love C In love ... before, before, before I go and get myself Am in love. VERSE 3: (Am-Em-G-Am) Am There's Zoloft, Wellbutrin, there's Paxil that's groovin' Em no side effects. G But the rest left unnamed 'cause they worked like a charm Am on me. Am but when your savings is drying you can't stop from crying Em You gotta suck it up. G you're not her buttercup, you'r not her Am Favorite book. CHORUS