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