Like Glass into Sand

I went to some glass-blowing demonstration back in the day because I was crushing on the teacher, and was struck by not only extreme boredom, but also an idea for a country rock song about a glass-blowing girl.

I ran into my cut glass girl
At the fair the other night
I hope she didn’t notice
All the cracks I tried to hide

I don’t want her to ever know
How little progress I’ve made
In holding things together
During these sad broken days

Chorus:
Please don’t speak her name
It only breaks my heart
Like taking your masterpiece
And ripping it apart
It all seems so backwards
It’s hard to understand
How we could just fall apart
Like glass into sand

Things that felt smooth at first
Turned sharp and dangerous too
A sad and jealous collage
In subtle shades of green and blue

Bridge:
I guess love is like a stained glass window
It keeps some things out and some things in
And what seems so simple at the beginning
Can be so complicated in the end

I ran into my cut glass girl
At the fair the other night
I hope she didn’t notice
The cracks I tried so hard to hide