|
|
||||||||||||||
| Items |
|---|
|
I just wish I was made of wood, I write a new song every day. With my head in my hands. I might not feel pain even if I should. Even if I should. If I should. 'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day. And now I've come to that fateful day, So I sit on the floor And don't tell me how to make it pay, I think my heart must be made of clay, |
|
|
|
You might not seem glad, The sweetest smile that ever did Melt the pats in the butter dish, I swear to God Our hearts were warm, and glad with wine. Even if you should, even if you should. And if you could have believed in me, I'd keep the doors locked all the time. I'd have made damn sure. I just wish I was made of wood, |
|
|
|
If you should. With my head in my hands. Seems like I have come to that fateful day, If I should. If I should. So I sit on the floor I think my heart must be made of clay, If you should. If you should. 'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day. If I should. If I should. With my head in my hands. |
|
|
