Heart-shaped Box

Dead Sara

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
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 back
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

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

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