I feel like the flowers in this vase.
He just brought them home one day.
"Ain't they beautiful" he said
They been here in the kitchen
and the waters turning grey.
There sittin' in the vase, but now there dead.
Dead flowers.

I feel like this long string of lights.
They lit up our whole house on Christmas day.
Now it's January and the bulbs are all burned out,
but still they hang, like dead flowers.

He ain't feeling anything.
My love, my hurt,
or the sting of this rain.
And I'm living in a hurricane
All he can say is
"Man ain't it such a nice day."
Yeah, yeah

I feel like the tires on this car.
You said they won't go far,
but we're still rolling.
I look in the rear view
and I see dead flowers in the yard
and that string of lights.
And it aint glowing, like dead flowers.
Like dead flowers

He ain't feeling anything.
My love, my hurt,
or the sting of this rain.
And I'm driving through a hurricane
All he can say is
"Man ain't it such a nice day."
Hey I guess it'll just go to waste,
like dead flowers.
Like dead flowers
Dead flowers

Edited by: Rachel T-pong...