He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling. He 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 And these crimes between us grow deeper. Take these chances Place them in a box until a die Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well, has concerns he forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming die Driving in on this highway (guitaretab.com)