I feel like the flowers in this vase
He just brought'em home one day
Ain't they beautiful he said
They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin' gray
They're sittin' in the vase but now they're dead
Dead flowers
He ain't feeling anything
My love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain
I'm living in a hurricane
All he can say is "man ain't it such a nice day"
Yeah, yeah
I feel like a small string of lights