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