Heart-Shaped Box

• Nirvana
• In Utero

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak

I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks

I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait!

I’ve got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Cut myself on angel hair and baby’s breath

Broken hymen of your highness, I’m left black

Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Your advice

Your advice

Your advice