sweetest smile

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 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, 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, if i should, if i should