little black drum song

every once in a while
with a little gold key
i unlock my chest
and take my heart out
it sits on my nightstand
and pulsates and beats
with a healthy red glow
and the song of a drum

as of lately, my dear
with my little pink fist
i tear open my chest
and rip my heart out
it's cast on the floor
and it shudders and cries
with a scar down its center
- it's not singing

as i sit here and stare
at my little black heart
there's a hole in my chest
and it keeps on growing
i lie on my bed
and i ache and i'm sorry
i know that your heart
is more injured than mine