It's A Cold And It's A Broken Hallelujah

[doom_buggy]

I pick flowers just to pull the petals off one by one as I walk
Leaving a Hansel and Gretel trail behind me
But birds don't eat daises
So maybe I'll be able to find my way back

I read between the lines, but walk inside of them
Where hitchhiking is a reliable mode of transportation
And I can't leave without turning to look behind me
Throwing change on the ground so that kids will find it later
Sunny-side up pennies are good luck

I rub the pollen into my fingertips, turning them yellow
With the smell like flora, so maybe someone won't realize
And they’ll pick me instead