Tiptoeing

Tiptoeing thru the torrential downpour As carefully as I can While suburban white kids are on spring vacation Making castles out of sand And oh woe is me They say misery loves company But just leave me alone I am tiptoeing Tiptoeing across the broken glass As the passers-by shuffle past Stomping out a disturbing beat As it crunches underneath their feet I need a window with a view of something other than The next door neighbor's house Yeah I don't think I like this town anymore And I want a ticket out