Cassette Tape Massacre

A cassette tape had spilled its guts on the sidewalk
And it did not take terror or torture to make it talk
Just an open passenger window
And a casual toss
Obliteration can be easy
It was made by a boy with a twenty-year old tape-deck
That he had borrowed from his mother
And kept forgetting to give back
Now Mom listens to a computer
Threw her tapes in the trash
Obsolescence came so easy
The? destruction was not intended to be cruel
She had not seen the boy
Since they graduated high school
And after all that’s riven of magnets
And a couple of plastic spools
Unraveling so easily
These things unravel so easily
She was on the way
Returning an old romantic movie
That she had not found charming
She did not see the beauty
That others had assured her
She was certain to see on the screen so easily
Yeah, sometimes you just got to throw it out the window
That robot you’ve been hiding like a weapon under your pillow
That thing won’t protect you
You ought to let it go
Even though it won’t be easy
Oh no, it won’t be easy