The Answer

Am Em G Am


[Verse 1]
Am                 Em
If I can't 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                                      Am
Understand that God wrapped you like a bow
        C
But in my head, there're some shelves that need cleaning
                        Am
From basement to ceiling, control, control...
Am                           Em
If what you're seeing is an open book
                           G
That's great 'cause I'm an open book
              Am
But I'm real shy
Am
Now there's a part of me seeking
                            Em
And desperately needing to open up
                        G                     Am
That's strange 'cause I'm an open book, a confused boy


[Pre-Chorus]
Am
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people
                      Em
My heart, while in its cage
                        G
Give and not receive a thing

But the only funny thing:
                                 Am
I don't know how to give myself advice


[Chorus]
Am
And I've got this post-traumatic thing
                           Em
This tattoo of a ring around my wedding finger
                                      Em
And that's where I want to state this claim
       G
That I've got to learn to live and dream
                       Am              C
Before I go and get myself in love, in love
                                            Am
Before, before, before I go and get myself in love


[Verse 2]
Am
There's Zoloft, Welbutrin
                                  Em
There's Paxil that's proven, no side effects
     G
But the rest left unnamed
                                 Am
'Cause they worked like a charm on me
Am
But when your savings is drying

You can't stop from crying
 Em
You've got to suck it up
               G
You're not her buttercup
                        Am
You're not her favorite book


[Pre-Chorus]
Am
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people
Em
My heart, while in its cage

Give and not receive a thing
G
But the only funny thing:
                                Am
I don't know how to give myself advice


[Chorus]
 Am
And I've got this post-traumatic thing
                        Em
This tattoo of a ring around my wedding finger
G
And that's where I want to state this claim
 G
That I've got to learn to live and dream
                            Am         C
Before I go and get myself in love, in love
                                     Am
Before, before, before I go and get myself in love
C
in love.
                                              Am
Before, before, before I go and get myself in love