Tummy

[Verse 1] From the second dinner date to the first long kiss To the house key that imprints in her strong fist To the slow dance steps that she taught me in the hallway Whisper, snuggle, lay in bed all day I keep a heart breaker pistol in my sheets tuck Covering the carving of initials on the tree trunk The type of pressure buried seeds break under Choke-hold the limbs till the leaves change color from the blood loss To the love toss like a wooden stick to a young puppy scrapping with his litter mates Scratch until he rips the drapes As he’s teething on the wood that was bracketed to picket gates But it was our house and we were young lovers My nerves separate to numb clusters And look like lily pad patches in my blood stream And made the love fade shattering the sun beams But there was one thing certain Together we brushed our teeth and closed all the bedroom curtains And I held I held her in the sheets We didn’t talk about life, we felt it was complete Protected by a shell and didn’t speak I’m guessing my intelligence had peaked cause I could not out-smart science From her trembling “you’re gonna be a daddy” smile To my haunted thoughts of raising up a latch-key child I had to.. [Hook] Walk nine more months in her shoes Cause these are not those dreams I can abuse Soaked when my baby isn't brave From the tummy to the bottle from the cradle to the grave [Bridge] And I watch her frolic over black asphalt Simple pleasures, jubilant confusion (hi) Guarded by the curtains of adult hands Who disinfect wounds with amniotic fluid There's an instinct to fail you know It's my job to make sure my daughter is protected Too many masterpieces weren't painted Too many painters put their signatures upon sketches And I chalk them over damp black asphalt (garbled) Drawn by the fingers of adult hands Who disinfect wounds with amniotic fluid And there's an instinct to fail you know It's my job to make sure my seed is protected Too many masterpieces weren't painted (distorted) Too many painters put their signatures upon sketches (distorted) [Verse 2] And I remember pressing my ear against your pregnant belly So I could hear what our baby seal had to tell me The fragrance of pheromones, the season we’re sober Massage my thumbs upon your over-worked shoulders Cooking you cheese eggs and luke-warm pudding Thinking of names, shopping for newborn footies Teagan full of fire with a tummy full of water We’re gonna have a daughter, I’m gonna be a father My hands are blistered working two J-O-Bs Waiting for my baby corporate servitude is lonely November 11th of ’03 I smell the amniotic fluid bubble when I heard the news they told me Telephone, urgent, Teagan’s mother is calling She told me that you were lying in a puddle of offspring and weak Cause everything that was so sweet Was miscarried onto blood soaked sheets So from the knuckles that I broke on the concrete walls To the tears in the hospital bathroom stalls From the vast amount of blood you lost in seven days To the daughter I could listen to talk, but never raise I poured a 40 ounce of amniotic fluid to the concrete I wished to be an author in his prime I co-wrote a failed motion picture with you The plot twist: god turns water into wine [Bridge] Rock-a-bye baby are you fertile, are you brave? When the water breaks the cradle turns into a grave And even if it falls, there ain’t no pad That can soak up the gustation period It goes rock-a-bye baby are you fertile, are you brave? When the water breaks the cradle turns into a grave And ain’t nobody sober Cause God turns water into wine before the gustation period is over [Hook] Walk nine more months in her shoes Cause these are not those dreams I can abuse And he performed it himself Performed it himself god damnit Walk nine more months in her shoes Cause these are not those dreams I can abuse