Dead Flowers - Miranda Lambert

I feel like the flowers in this vase

He just brought 'em home one day

«Ain't they beautiful», he said

They’ve been here in the kitchen and the water’s turning grey

They’re sittin' in the vase, but now they’re dead

Dead flowers

I feel like this long string of lights

They lit up our whole house on Christmas day

But now it’s January, and the bulbs have all burned out

But still, they hang

Like dead flowers

He ain’t feelin' anything

My love, my hurt, or the sting of this pain

I’m livin' 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

They said we won’t go far, but we’re still rollin'

I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard

And that string of lights

And it ain’t glowin'

Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers

He ain’t feelin' anything

My love, my hurt, or the sting of this pain

And I’m drivin' through a hurricane

All he can say is, «Man, ain’t it such a nice day?»

Hey, hey

I guess we’ll just go waste

Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers

Dead flowers