From Kurt Cobain's Journals (page 108, transcribed by DN member BleachedBlack)
The second time we broke it off
I lost a voice sincerity was washed
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plaine
I can't complain
The 18th time we broke it off
I heard a noise so we burnt a cross
We walked hand in hand in our parade
Took off out robes and began to rape
You stole things from me – All Apologies
I stole things from you – I will stand accused
What else can I do – I belong to you
What else can there be – All Apologies
What else can I say – all my words are grey
What else can I write – I don't want to fight
How else could I feel – All our lips are sealed
What do you expect – Im a nervous wreck
in the sun in the sun i feel as one
in the sun in the sun im married (underneath is written marriage)
yeah yeah yeah yeah