He packs his brain into his lunch bag
His wife is like a waitress
She dresses him
Feeds him coffee and aspirin
Warms up the car
Fuels the cancer in his life
His hands begin to tremble
As he stares down from the ledge
And watches the ants marching below
He is a quiet man
His sense of hope is gone
Under his cracking shell
He is a walking bomb
Their words are like knives
Under his skin
His vision is blurred
Can't see the sh** he's in
(His) body is failing
(His) brain is sore
He feels the tension build
And can't take it anymore
He starts the car
His mouth tastes the smell
Exhaust fills the air
His brain begins to swell
As he sits in traffic
And spirals out of control
In the back of his mind
He sees the gallows pole
Last words from
This quiet man
Are "when they take me down
I'll bring as many of them
with me as I can"
He was a quiet man
Not anymore.