out by the tracks where the sunflowers grow high and fine,nthree sets of tracks: steve and rochelle's and the last one's mine.nguy with a hat down in the weeds in a carboard boxnsecrets to keep. nrecords to seal up.nkittens weighed down with rocks.nthere was a little toolshed where he made us suffer.nnback at the school everyone looks like the ememy.nand we couldn't sleep and i had the voices inside of me.nsteve and rochelle and me down the well all semester long.nback to the tracks to try and make peace, nbut the box was gone, was gone.nthere was a little toolshed where the sad man made us suffer.