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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