Dead Flowers
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I feel like the flowers in this vase
I feel used, old and withered away, just like these flowers in this vase.

He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said
He brought them home carelessly without any attachment or thought, and praised them for their aesthetic value.

They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin' gray
They have been neglected and forgotten, left unattended to in the kitchen, and the water they were placed in has turned murky and unclean.

They're sittin' in the vase but now they're dead, dead flowers
They now sit lifeless and unappealing in the vase, since their beauty and vitality has long been lost.

I feel like this long string of lights
I feel like an empty, useless decoration, similar to this string of lights.

They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day
They had a purpose and brought life to our home on Christmas Day.

But now it's January and the bulbs have all burned out
Their usefulness has ended, since the bulbs have burned out, leaving them pointless.

But still they hang like dead flowers
They still hang lifeless and dull, like dead flowers or other worthless items.

He ain't feelin' anythin'
He is emotionally detached and unresponsive.

My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain
He is insensitive to my feelings and pain, just like he is unaffected by the rain outside.

I'm livin' in a hurricane
I am struggling through a chaotic and destructive situation or relationship.

All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?"
Even in the midst of my suffering or turmoil, he is only capable of commenting on the weather or other trivial matters.

I feel like the tires on this car
I feel worn down and used up, similar to the tires on this car.

You said they won't go far but we're still rollin'
You predicted that we would not last, yet here we still are, continuing to move forward despite the odds.

I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard
Looking back on our past, all I see are failed attempts at love, much like these dead flowers in the yard.

And that string of lights and it ain't glowin'
Just as those lights are no longer glowing, our relationship has lost its spark and has become dull.

Like dead flowers, like dead flowers
We are like dead flowers, with no life or vibrancy.

Hey, hey, I guess we'll just go to waste
We are doomed to be thrown away and forgotten, like these dead flowers.

Dead flowers
Our relationship has died and is now lifeless and meaningless, just like these dead flowers.