Pieces
Pieces
Tear me into pieces
The way I tore your love
At last my body freezes
You’ll no more deem me rough
How come I was so fed up
That I wished I hadn’t known you
Spilling the coffee in my cup
You hopped into the hustling crew
The mezzanine where we once had lunch
Is shut as if it goes into liquidation
The promise of the mysterious flower bunch
Remains in the inverse hallucination
There is a mountain
Tens of thousands of feet high
By the clear fountain
I utter nothing but a sigh
Though our sights are disconnected
I’m awfully sorry but I won’t climb
Before guilt makes my ego infected
I’m scratching this unspeakable rhyme
Tear me into pieces
The way I tore your heart
Unless memory decreases
I’ll no more deem you smart
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