I’m an automatic steeple
For depressed and lonely people
My heart while in its cage
Used to give and not receive a thing
But the only funny thing is
That I don’t know how to give myself advice
I have this post-dramatic thing
There’s a tattoo of a ring
That lies around my wedding finger
And that’s where I want to stake this claim
That I got to go live and dream
Before I go and get myself in love
in love
Before, before I go and get myself in love