My heart is like a jar of pickles

Kinda sour, kinda sweet, soaked in brine

No sandwich to pair withLower 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 I'll keep it tightly sealed

′Cause gradually it's been revealed

That its no good until its open

The seal can't go unbroken

Won′t keep my heart all bottled up no more!