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