Hutticane

Little roses, dandelions by the picket fence

Found in clovers

Keep it up I'll leave it on the bed

Figuring it all out

Waiting for something that should creep and trot, bleeding from its pores

I should keep on running now

Leading it to me and I'm just keeping one eye open never

Leaving any word unspoken

Well, now you can see

Blistering inside its grave, leave it out to dry

On the pavement

Shouldn't you pick it up

And put it away and clean it inside out, make sure to throw it on the ground

Dandelions by the picket fencе

I told you to just leave it on the bеd

I won't get scared, the fires gone to bed

The puddles' all grown up inside my head

Dandelions by the picket fence

They cut me up, I'm bleeding from the head

Ain't no words, I'm beaten

Scourged to red

They found me there, the sound is in my death

But I still see the dandelions by the picket fence

It's breaking down and shriveling til' nothing's left

Flourishing its currents, leave it for the best

Still I see the dandelions by the picket fence

Still I see the dandelions by the picket fence

Still I see the dandelions by the picket fence

Still I see the dandelions by the picket fence

Still I see the dandelions by the picket fence