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 highjacked My tits swollen 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 river 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.