Jar of Pickles Songtext
von Louie Zong

My heart is like a jar of pickles
Kinda sour kinda sweet soaked in brine
No sandwich to pair wit
Lower than a side dish
No deep fryer 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
Cuz gradually it′s been revealed
That its no good til its open
The seal can't go unbroken
Won't keep my heart all bottled up no more