telling words to the branches, shiver and shake in the wind, feeling heard, falling hard. the leaves are gone. the trucks made too much smoke, choked it out into the air. hold the doorknob before you go in, listen at the edge, wait, wait. clean, quiet. strange. run away, come back, run away, come back, drive off the road. duck under bridges. what are you afraid of, anyway? it doesn't sound right, something's not right, i'm sure. how does it feel knowing what you're up against? it's alright, it's ok. i don't mind.