Aaron Thomas Made of Wood

My shoes are filling up with rain

You're standing by the window

Like you're looking for something

There's people coming over

They storm across the lawn

They're asking me my name

 

And I can't figure out the tune

Your eyes are rolling backwards

As the song starts breaking through

A hand upon my shoulder

It's tearing me away

Just a Sunday afternoon

Another Sunday afternoon

 

Believe me, if I could do this better I would

Believe me, it wouldn't make any difference if I could

I'm hopeless, I'm obsessed, I'm made of wood

 

Dark shadows move around your room

Thunder claps against the ceiling mutsmutts start howling at the moon

A key twists in the doorknob then a look lands on your face

This is happening too soon

 

As the teeth of your family bare

Good people don't do nothing but there's something in their stare

I only wanna love you if you just give me a chance

I can get us out of here

I can get us out of here

 

Believe me, if I could do this better I would

Believe me, it wouldn't make any difference if I could

I'm hopeless, I'm obsessed, I'm made of wood

I'm hopeless, I'm obsessed, I'm made of wood