Seven Mary Three

^F# She calls me Goliath and I w ^E ear the David mask
^B I guess the stones are coming too f ^F# ast for her now
^F# You know I'd like to believe this n ^E ervousness will pass
^B All the stones that are thrown are b ^F# uilding up a wall
^F# I have bec ^A ome cumbers ^E ome to this w ^F# orld
^F# I have bec ^A ome cumbers ^E ome to my g ^F# irl
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
^F# Too heavy, too light, too black or too w ^A hite, too wrong or too right
Today or ton ^E ight...cumbers ^F# ome
^F# Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me l ^A ess and I'm wanting her more
^E The bitter taste is cumbers ^F# ome, no, yeah
^A No, ^A no, ^F# no... ^{E E F#
A} No, ^A no, ^F# no, yeah ^{E E F#}
(instr.) F# E B F#
^F# There is a b ^E alance between two w ^B orlds
One with an ^F# arrow and a cross
^F# Regardless of the b ^E alance
Life has bec ^B ome cumbers ^F# ome
Too heavy, too light...
N ^A ah, n ^A ah, ^F# No, no.. ^E .yeah- ^F# heah
Y ^A our l ^F# ife has become c ^E umbers ^F# ome