I knew you were a mess
from the moment I met you
and I thought to myself
"I could clean up for a girl like that."
It was something about your look.
Your eyes had something hard to believe
about them
and your chin pointed out rebelliously.

I had such filthy thoughts about you.
Since, you’ve been making such effort
to be rid of me
sending me on missions
introducing me to your girlfriends
and intimating opportunities with them.

You’ve washed your hands of me
that’s clear.
And I can accept that.
I am playing the cards you gave me.
I don’t like it.
I don’t want it
but this is the deal you provided
and
I’m making the most
of your clean hand.