I have nowhere to fit my heart these days
I have jammed so many locks
And my heart carries all the bruises
But I don’t know what to do with it
Other than let it curve my back
Because of its weight
My hands have turned black from messing with it
I have tried serving my heart at family reunions
But even the dog would have none of it
At work, I’m constantly on the chopping block
Customers complain there’s something fishy about me
Despite how beautiful my smile is
So I have set up a little stand at pioneer square
Heart for sale!
A kiss and it’s all yours!
You can take it home with you
And convert it to personalized settings
There’s no return policy though
So make sure to consume it thoroughly
Now as you were.