Cumbersome Heart

Am Am F E Cumbersome heart, far too enlarged for the cavity it's resting in now gravity is testing it. Am F E Strung like a harp, but always in minor keys weaving shut its openings with melodies on rusted strings F E Am Falling into the belly of the feast F E Am Crawling through the jigsaw to extract a piece Am F E Cumbersome heart, rigged like a motor to chug along with energy from what the earth was borrowing Am F E Never quite sharp, bending its way to eternities of whetting stones which wear it down past blood and bone F E Am Diving into the belly of the feast F E Am Driving in circles of South, West, North, East F G Em Am Bursting with blood but the arteries carry no air F G Em There’s a jam in the veins as they strain to replace what is there E Am Growing stagnant and stale Am F E Cumbersome heart, painted with brushstrokes like fingerprints and drippings down the can Am F E Undefined art, tripping at the borders constructed to assign to it, a label for defining it F E Am Melting into the belly of the feast F E Am Pelting effigies with hardening concrete F G Em Am Bursting with blood but the arteries carry no air F G Em There’s a jam in the veins as they strain to replace what is there E Am Growing stagnant and stale Verse Section F E Am Falling into the belly of the feast F E Am Crawling through the jigsaw to extract a piece