Текст песни Wooden - DavidCrypt

I have to let go of who I was
To become what I might be
But right now I'm not listening
Guess that's the choice that I'm choosing
I make jokes with the trees
And all the trees laugh with me
Soon hopefully, we'll have the whole entire forest laughing

I am the Halloween night
And I'm afraid of all the bug bites
And I'm balloons, floating, burning, hitting power lines
I know the path to go home
And I'm sure that you don't
Do you trust me enough, to get us there before the storm?

I'm the bug crawling along on the tire swing
I got a wish, and that wish means nothing
It's almost summer so, now ya gotta trust me
If you wanna make these last months something

My rooms a little brighter, zippo, lightin up, a lighter,
Like the itsy bitsy spider, falling down the water spout
And jumping on the couch, and watching movies all about
The dumb shit that we could do we can open our mouths

Oh light the sage, (light) light the candles
Flip the page and respect the ritual
Like plastic pumpkins, and plastic eyeballs
The gift of sight, comes with the curse of fractal

I wanna be a real boy, all of a sudden
I'm Pinocchio with a heart, full of loving
My nose is growing longer every time I'm caught lying,
Oh I wish I wasn't wooden

I have to let go of who I was
To become what I might be
But right now I'm not listening
Guess that's the choice that I'm choosing
I make jokes with the trees
And all the trees laugh with me
Soon hopefully, we'll have the whole entire forest laughing

I am the Halloween night
And I'm afraid of all the bug bites
And I'm balloons, floating, burning, hitting power lines
I know the path to go home
And I'm sure that you don't
Do you trust me enough, to get us there before the storm?

I woke up Tuesday, thought it was Thursday
Damn I got a cold, stuffy nose, watching movies
Eating ice cream, Gatorade, watching TV
Shit got me spellbound, I'm making up scenes

Heart shaped box, small holes in my socks
Take me back to a place, where I wish I was
Gripping onto to my religion, but I feel it fall
If you were Jesus, would you carry that cross?

You can go through hell and still be real nice
But you've been given everything, and you still choose that life
Staring at my faults and my eyes meet mine
Bloody mary got nothing on the end of time

I'm a plastic Christmas decoration, cookies in the kitchen
And the chalk on the pavement,
And the paint on the grass, on the track meet pavement
I'm so impatient,
Yea, I tried to be something else, but, I couldn't

I have to let go of who I was
To become what I might be
But right now I'm not listening
Guess that's the choice that I'm choosing
I make jokes with the trees
And all the trees laugh with me
Soon hopefully, we'll have the whole entire forest laughing

I am the Halloween night
And I'm afraid of all the bug bites
And I'm balloons, floating, burning, hitting power lines
I know the path to go home
And I'm sure that you don't
Do you trust me enough, to get us there before the storm?