Tiptoeing around the real problem as quietly
as you tiptoe out of the house to go to that party
because you lied to your mother once again
and she looked at you with heartbreak in her innocent eyes
Tiptoeing around the issue as carefully
as you tiptoe back home past curfew in a drunken stupor
With your hair tussled and dewed with sweat
And black makeup under your eyes
Tiptoeing around your problems as sneakily
As you’re tiptoeing behind your boyfriends back
Your boyfriend who loves every broken piece of you
Well I’m done tiptoeing
I’m stomping and I’m pounding the floors because
I can’t watch you tiptoe your way right into
a life of broken dreams and empty promises