ants marching

he wakes up in the morning

does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling

never changes a thing

the week ends the week begins

she thinks

we look at each other

wondering what the other is thinking

but we never say a thing

these crimes between us grow deeper

take these chances

place them in a box until a quieter time

lights down

you up and die

goes to visit his mommy

she feeds him well his concerns

he forgets them

and remembers being small

playing under the table and dreaming

take these chances

place them in a box until a quieter time

lights down

you up and die

driving in on this highway

all these cars end up on the sidewalk

people in every direction

no words exchanged

no time to exchange

and all the little ants are marching

red and black antennas waving

they all do it the same

they all do it the same way

candyman tempting the thoughts of a

sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss

program cutting the corners

loose end

loose end

cut

cut

on the fence

could not to offend

cut

cut

cut

cut

take these chances

place them in a box until a quieter time

lights down

you up and die

lights down

you up and die