Made of Wood-Aaron Thomas

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