My heart is like a jar of pickles
Kinda sour, kinda sweet, soaked in brine
No sandwich to pair with
Lower than a side dish
No deep fryer that I can call mine
My heart is like a jar of capers
A ball of salt that won't go by itself
No pasta to complement
Contemplating time spent
Sitting on the market shelf
But no more will I keep it tightly sealed
'Cause gradually it's been revealed
That it's no good until it's open
The seal can't go unbroken
Won't keep my heart all bottled up no more
Kinda sour, kinda sweet, soaked in brine
No sandwich to pair with
Lower than a side dish
No deep fryer that I can call mine
My heart is like a jar of capers
A ball of salt that won't go by itself
No pasta to complement
Contemplating time spent
Sitting on the market shelf
But no more will I keep it tightly sealed
'Cause gradually it's been revealed
That it's no good until it's open
The seal can't go unbroken
Won't keep my heart all bottled up no more
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