“Combersome” Seven Mary Three

She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask

I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now

You know I’d like to believe this nervousness will pass

All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

I have become cumbersome… to this world

I have become cumbersome… to my girl

I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past

Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance

But my old stone face can’t seem to break her down

She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground

I have become cumbersome… to this world

I have become cumbersome… to my girl

Too heavy too light

Too black or too white

Too wrong or too right

Today or tonite… cumbersome

Too rich or too poor

She’s wanting me less

And I’m wanting her more

The bitter taste is cumbersome

No, yeah! No, no, no!

No, no, no! Yeah!

There is a balance between two worlds

One with an arrow and a cross

Regardless of the balance

Life has become… cumbersome