think death cab for cutie kind of music

those words that you said
went straight through my head
like a bullet
in one end and out the other
at first seeming painless
but ending leaving a scar
far too big to cover.

and then there was that look
that was straight out of the book
of how to puncture a heart
the thread of the needle is kept firmly in your hand
you pull and tug on when you like
made worse when i realise
this hold thing has been planned.

does it make any sense so far?
what do you think?