"Heart-shaped Box"

She eyes me like a pisces-when I am weak

I've been buried in 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

for ever in debt to your priceless advice

Hate-wait-

She fries me like cold ice cream-headaches & chills.

I'll cook my own meals.

(taken from Kurt Cobain: Journal)