Can't Stand Any More Love Songs

Turn on the radio
select a CD
Each string of words
brings you back to me:

Show me the metal,
the words I refuse to identify,
So I can't hear the reinforcements
of depression, simplified.

He sings about holding her,
She sings about the perfect guy.
I sing in sobs,
By now, not knowing why...

I've already cried every tear worth shedding,
You'd think it would have stopped...
But with each song I listen to,
the lyrics never hault.

Rain crashes down like the beating of drums,
footsteps represented by piano keys...
Malencholy tones come to raise their voices,
as I sit alone: the songs shake me...

And all the while I star straight ahead,
With a broken pair of headphones on...
I whisper in my state of being,
"I can't stand these stupid songs..."