Sticky Heart

Sticky Heart had a sticky heart let me tell you what that meant she had Anything that got put in her heart got stuck, and got stuck bad Anything that came to Sticky she let right into her heat Person, place, thing, she wasn't picky at least not from the start She would accept everything and never learn that a lot of things there would just tear her up And left to long, they would start to burn but be stuck, like maple syrup She would start to panic, and start to tug at the things lodged and burning like hell when she eventually removed these things she'd shrug but she'd removed a bit of her heart as well Sticky thought her heart just had a defect so she let nothing else in, nothing new Now she's waiting, alone, for something that's perfect that she can love, that loves her too.