i don't come here to see you. i don't, i swear. i come here to breathe. i come here to get away. and i run here. i run here so they don't find me. not that they're looking. and i sit here where it's silent. but it isn't so silent. and the kids are screaming in their yards. and the moms and pops are tucking in the little ones. and the sun is evaporating into the sky. the crunching of the leaves, that's what bothers me. cause i know someones watching me. they're watching. and if they look too closely they'll see everything i try so hard to shield. and my breathing is heavy, and my hand is shaking. and my cheeks are damp, but i don't know why. there are trees. there are always trees. and you're in the yellow house. and i can barely smell you from here. but i didn't come here to see you. so don't think i came here to see you.