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 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 chord 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 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 I've been waking on your side of the bed As the sun's been rising in the West