Grime on my hands

I remember I told them,
friends of mine, that I won't love no one, till I've got degree.
So they all laughed about it,
said "Emmy, you don't really have to be this strict",

so I folded my arms, a thousand times,
so I could call you the biggest misstep of my life.

All those nights I was crying eyes out -
you were sleeping soundly,
till I realized, that I have to revenge.
Your fucking name I'm cursing out,
your downright falsehoods hunt me,
as I see you try to climb up on my stage.

And there were pretty calm days,
it was better,
when you drove away to chop woods in that thorp.
Then you had to come back,
wish you'd cut off your hand or got drowned in thickest swamp,

so I rolled my eyes, the weather's nice
to walk around with the biggest mistake of my goddamn life.

All those weeks I was rotting body - you were laughing loudly,
till you realized, that I have to revenge.
Your fucking name I'm cursing out,
your lowdown falsehoods hunt me.
You're disgusting, so just get lost in the hedge.
Yes, I admit you really used to mean something for me,
but I can't forgive you just because you're man.
I touched your picture, I had to wash my hands.
Your grime on my hands, you're grime on my hands.

I met your best of friends, and I met your grieve.
I brought you jar of berries, brought you medicine,
so was it all the treason, was it make-believe?
In any case you're reason for my study leave.

And yeah, I didn't get stronger,
it didn't kill me, but it made me eat all this pills for lunch.
And I guess you're still longing
for your Spanish, Cuban friend, whatever, you're so longing for his touch,
but someday,
when she'll bring you
cakes you can't stand you'll remember birthday twenty nine, 
cause

all that time you were criticizing - I was so in love, and
I convinced myself we two are meant to be.
I played it cool, when you played sorehead.
Once I have discovered
you hate my style, my name and all my allergies.
You saw my mother, I can say she's the smartest person,
she said she's rather die, than calling dibs on you.
I touched your picture I had to wash my hands now.
Your grime on my hands, I've got grime on my hands,
and that's you.

All this time I couldn't sleep a wink - you were snoring gladly.
I tried to count all the times you were unplanned.
Dr. Smarty Pants has learned, when chicken's ready it gets white.
They should have given you this lesson in the ring.
You saw my mother, I can say she's the smartest person.
She said she'd never waste her time with man, who's gonna call her mate,
so when I recalled, that I have touched you - all I wanna do is wash my hands.
You're grime on my hands!