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
'Cause 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 don't know how to give myself advice
And I've got this post-traumatic 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.
