Tiptoe

Tiptoeing through the used condoms Strewn on the piers off the west side highway Sunset behind the skyline of Jersey Walking towards the water With a fetus holding court in my gut My body hijacked, my tits swollen I'm 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've got shit to do And I've 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