It doesn’t have to
Make sense to me now
It is your confusion
Some say I was lucky
To escape, such a sticky situation

You asked for my hand
So I tried to help you out
But you were stuck there
In your story
And I couldn’t pull you free

Instead you tried to draw me in
There with you, to get caught
Together, so I had to let go
Of your hand, you just shrug
And say, they all do that in the end

So I know where you are
And there you still stay
Without me, with more to hold onto now
And my fingers are still sticky
But I can go and wash my hands