Texty: Nirvana. Heart-Shaped Box.

"Are we rolling?"
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been buried in a heart-shaped box for weeks
You done undid my magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could catch your cancer when I am sick

Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

I asked me like a Pisces like when I've been weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
And in a magnet tar pit film on your trap
I wish I could catch your cancer when I am black

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked in heart-shaped coffins for too many weeks
You've drawn me into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could kill your cancer when I am black