You sure know how to ruin a song

You sure know how to throw rocks at the glass harmonies to make them rain down on me.

You sure know how to rip at the melodies and shred them like those long forgotten love letters I found in the bible.

You sure know how to take the chords in your hands and to squeeze, smirking at the cracks.

To cut apart the notes, each ligement gritting though the blades.

To crush that bass line under your boot like thos ciggerates that coat your breath and cling to your clothes.

To kick the drum beats in the ribs and to stride away without looking back to see them coughing up blood.

You sure know how to ruin a song.