Tiptoe Lyrics

Tiptoe

Tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers of the westside
highway
sunset behind the skyline of Jersey
walking toward the
water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body hijacked
my tits
swolen and sore
the river has more colors at sunset
than my sock drawer
ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimes
but I don't
I
could step off the end of this pier
but I got shit to do
and an
appointment on tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
I'll miss
you
I say to the water, to the son or daughter
I thought better of
I
could fall in love with Jersey at sunset
but I leave the view to the
rats
and tiptoe
back.