Hands are clean

Hands are Clean

Crush me with your violence
Emotional hurricane
You can rip me to shreds inside
And leave no scrap of surface evidence
No blood on your knife
No bruises on your knuckles
Only a smile as you say goodbye
Your face was always your strongest weapon
And, set in it, your eyes
They could be so soft in the early days
Until you got what you wanted and they turned cold
And killed me
I am frozen
But as long as your hands are clean
As long as you can keep up the appearance
Of being a gentleman
Of being all your girlfriends ever wanted
They can't pin you down
You'll always be a bit too much of a James Bond
You'll always be adored
And I can't warn them