Tiptoe Through The True Bits

You asked if you could see me, before i went to spain

You didn’t give a reason, didn’t know what you would say

But i was hoping that my breath on your face,

Would blow every last thing into place

The bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs,

How you read how mine applied to how i would be sex-wise

And in my arms you disappeared and i seemed twice the size,

Slept and woke with lips together, sleeping felt like lies

Girl, i helped you with your demons, but your ghosts are now haunting me too

That french bitch, an ex-boyfriend threatening to tie his neck to the roof

But if we tiptoe through the true bits

We might make it to the other side

What doesn’t kill you, leaves you wounded

But i will nurse you better alright

I’ve been waking on your side of the bed

As the sun’s been rising in the west

If your skin feels softer, i’ve no argument to make,

The weight of such apologies caused stronger men to ache

If his kisses draw the bad out, i can’t have a complaint

As they hit your tongue like sedatives while i lay wide awake

You can feel a tremor in a single word, it rattles down your spinal cord

And you can catch a raincloud in an hourglass, but it will turn into a storm

Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray,

You keep the showers away