Sticky

my hands are sticky.
no matter how hard i scrub them.
i knew you were going to be picky,
but you didn't have to hurt me.
getting your mark off of me is tricky.
the slime on my hands remains and
i spend all day feeling icky.

i think it's gross.
i tried to do the right thing by you.
i gave you the most,
but you got style baby,
so i want to propose a toast.
i raise my glass
and give a nod to your ghost.
i had no idea i'd be such a gracious host.
every one thinks my mind is lost,
but baby, we are forever entwined in the cosmos!

i wish i could peddle past you,
but i'm on a stationary bike, stuck!
i let you do what you wanted,
you ran amok,
trampled my heart to death,
but here i am, thinking about you again,
love struck!

none of this matters,
i know i was never your first choice.
your essence clings to me like super glue,
but i never made an impression upon you.
your last words to me were cruel,
but i can't shake your voice.
even though i know your a numskull,
my heart can't be washed clean of you!