I think my heart must be made of clay,'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day,And now I've come to that fateful day,
So I sit on [C7]the floor with my [A]head in my [A]hands,
So I sit on [C7]the floor with my [A]head in my [A]hands,
And don't tell me how to [C7]make it pay,
I write a new song [Am]every day,
I just wish I was [Am7]made of wood,
I might not feel pain, even if I should,
I write a new song [Am]every day,
I just wish I was [Am7]made of wood,
I might not feel pain, even if I should,
Even if I should,
If I should
If I should
The sweetest smile that ever did.
Melt the pats in the butter dish.
And if you [A7could have believed in me.
I swear to [C7]God I'd have made damn sure.
Melt the pats in the butter dish.
And if you [A7could have believed in me.
I swear to [C7]God I'd have made damn sure.
Our hearts were warm,
And glad with wine.
I'd keep the doors locked all [Em]the time.
I just wish I was [Am7]made of wood.
You might not seem [A]glad.
Even if you [A7should.
And glad with wine.
I'd keep the doors locked all [Em]the time.
I just wish I was [Am7]made of wood.
You might not seem [A]glad.
Even if you [A7should.
Even if you [A7should
If you [A7should
If you [A7should
If you [A7should
If you [A7should
If you [A7should
If you [A7should
I think my [A]heart must be [Am]made of clay.
'Cause everyone said it would be [Am]broken someday.
Seems like [F]I have come to [C7]that fateful day.
So I sit on [C7]the floor with my [A]head in my [A]hands
With my [A]head in my [A]hands
With my [A]head in my [A]hands
'Cause everyone said it would be [Am]broken someday.
Seems like [F]I have come to [C7]that fateful day.
So I sit on [C7]the floor with my [A]head in my [A]hands
With my [A]head in my [A]hands
With my [A]head in my [A]hands
