Dead Flowers
Slushie Lyrics


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On my way out of a drought that you brought me to. I can't begin to understand why you would do this. And I won't pretend for very long to be your friend. And this won't end until I've offended everyone.

Dead flowers mean so much when you've got so long to live and this pillar you've placed yourself upon is starting to give.

I'm calling you out, erasing all doubt that you wrote on me. Lo and behold, the lies that you told don't mean a thing. I will drink your cold blood, drag your name through the mud, and this will be the everything that you asked for.

Dead flowers mean so much when you've got so long to live and this pillar you've placed yourself upon is starting to give.
Here again, we've gone back to the start. I see your face and I know we're falling apart. Either way, it shouldn't matter to me. I'll just walk away and maybe you will see.

How am I supposed to never wonder why not me? When our shadows fall, will they leave you standing?

How am I supposed to never wonder why not me? When our days are done, will they leave you anything?

Here I am, I have waited so long for the chance to make or break this ideal personality for me and you. Are we through?





I guess this is my last regret in taking the steps to get rid of you. We're through, we're through, and now there's nothing you can do. I guess this is my last request in making a final stand for the truth. You're through, you're through, and now I leave it up to you.

Overall Meaning

In "Dead Flowers," Slushie takes on the persona of someone who has been hurt by a past relationship. The lyrics suggest that the singer has been manipulated and taken advantage of by their former partner. The line "on my way out of a drought that you brought me to" indicates that the singer is no longer getting what they need emotionally.


The chorus of "Dead Flowers" takes a unique turn when Slushie sings, "dead flowers mean so much when you've got so long to live and this pillar you've placed yourself upon is starting to give." The metaphor of the dead flowers represents the past relationship, which the singer values even though it's over. The pillar symbolizes the ex-partner's false sense of self-worth, which is crumbling now that the singer is moving on.


The second verse speaks directly to the ex-partner. The singer is calling them out for their lies and promising to expose their true nature. The tone shifts from reflective to confrontational as the singer seeks revenge. The line "I will drink your cold blood, drag your name through the mud" suggests that the singer will stop at nothing to get their revenge.


Overall, "Dead Flowers" is a powerful song about the aftermath of a toxic relationship. It explores the complex emotions of an individual who has been hurt and seeks closure through revenge. The song is deeply personal and speaks to anyone who has experienced heartbreak.


Line by Line Meaning

On my way out of a drought that you brought me to. I can't begin to understand why you would do this. And I won't pretend for very long to be your friend. And this won't end until I've offended everyone.
Leaving behind the emptiness that you have caused me. Unable to fathom why you did this to me. I won't fake being your ally for too long. Only after I have insulted everybody will this come to a finish.


Dead flowers mean so much when you've got so long to live and this pillar you've placed yourself upon is starting to give.
The value of dead flowers increases when you have much longer to live, and the foundation you've built for yourself is starting to crumble.


I'm calling you out, erasing all doubt that you wrote on me. Lo and behold, the lies that you told don't mean a thing. I will drink your cold blood, drag your name through the mud, and this will be the everything that you asked for.
I'm challenging you, eliminating all uncertainty that you've instilled in me. The lies you uttered are insignificant. I will destroy you completely, and this is exactly what you wanted.


Here again, we've gone back to the start. I see your face and I know we're falling apart. Either way, it shouldn't matter to me. I'll just walk away and maybe you will see.
We've returned to where we began, and I recognize that we're breaking up. It shouldn't concern me either way. I'll just retreat, and perhaps you'll realize what you've lost.


How am I supposed to never wonder why not me? When our shadows fall, will they leave you standing?
How can I abstain from wondering why I'm not enough for you? Will your shadows leave you deserted when the sun sets, leaving you alone?


How am I supposed to never wonder why not me? When our days are done, will they leave you anything?
How can I prevent myself from thinking about why I'm not the one for you? When our days come to a halt, will they provide you with anything?


Here I am, I have waited so long for the chance to make or break this ideal personality for me and you. Are we through?
I've longed for the opportunity to establish or shatter the ideal persona that we've created for ourselves. Are we finished?


I guess this is my last regret in taking the steps to get rid of you. We're through, we're through, and now there's nothing you can do. I guess this is my last request in making a final stand for the truth. You're through, you're through, and now I leave it up to you.
Perhaps my last regret is my attempt to eradicate you completely. We are done, there is nothing left to accomplish. My final plea for the truth is that we're finished, and it's up to you to accept it.




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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@SymphoSyrup

After a few requests, here is my poem:

You won’t see the way their lips part
And
Suck in air
Or
Hear the rhythmic drum of a heartbeat
Against
Dulling snores
See your eye twitch
When
You have an itch
Or
Crescendos
And
Diminuendos
Of your chest

Alveoli
Gaseous exchange
And
Vocal cords to strum
Or
Warmth of blood
Pumping
And thumping
Beneath your skin

Lips part
And
The drumbeat
Stops
Reverberates
Evermore



@thepersondoingpersonthings

Closing eyes
My room is full of spiders and ants
That's want my rotten meat
It's humid
I'm full of spiders
Bite me until it's painful
I sit lonely
It's dark and hopeless
Will my body still be useful
I'm ashamed of all I am now
Make me cry until it's painful
You smell
Of dead flowers
I smell of the sewer I rot in
I'm ashamed of all that I am now
And all I am now
Is painful



@Basil117

lyrics:

Closing eyes
My room is full of
Spiders, ants
That want my rotten meat
It is humid
I am full of spiders
They bite me until its painful
I sit lonely
Its dark and hopeless
Will my body still be useful
Im ashamed of all i am now
Make me cry until its painful
You smell
Of dead flowers
I smell of the sewer i rot in
Im ashamed of all that i am now
And all i am now
Is painful
Will I be okay?
I’m the sacrifice that you will make
I can see the day
I can see the dawn
And I carry on
And I carry on
Though it’s painful
Rotting in decay
Please don’t strike your hand, I will obey
I can see the day
I can see the dawn
And I carry on
And I carry on
Though it’s painful



@d1gitalbathtub

Closing eyes
My room is full of
Spiders, ants
That want my rotten meat
Its humid
I am full of spiders
Bite me until its painful
I sit lonely
Its dark and hopeless
Will my body still be useful
Im ashamed of all i am now
Make me cry until its painful
You smell
Of dead flowers
I smell of the sewer i rot in
Im ashamed of all that i am now
And all i am now
Is painful



@haokhang1418

This song brought back my memories from when I was in a mental hospital, it ain’t great but it wasn’t terrible.
I hated not being able to see my family, and losing my freedom to go outside or even doing a basic handshake.
The depressing auras around me was chewing away at me, I was struggling everyday because of this big change to my life.
At some points when I was there, I broke down out of guilt, despair, or just giving in to my thoughts.
Although this may sound depressing, I didn’t try to show that I was experiencing mental warfare and pain everyday.
Everyday I knew the other people were experiencing the same things I am or even worse, and I don’t want that.
So I tried to bring out as much positivity as I could to other inmates, but at a cost of losing my senses of care for myself.
Whenever I was around other inmates I tried to make the mood better even though the aura of the place was depressing.
I loved knowing that I probably made the other inmate’s days better because smiles seemed so uncommon within a mental hospital.
There were some people who showed their gratitude just by telling me thank you, and there were others who thought of me in a more intimate way.
Weirdly enough, every inmate was a female at the mental hospital and I was the only dude.
Not only was it hard to relate to the other inmates, but I had to adapt to talking to girls.
I was not (and maybe still not) very good at talking to girls, but I had no choice.
All the other inmates loved being around me because I would smile and give off positivity to others.
An inmate even asked me out in secrecy, but I denied her because I wasn’t ready.
It was hard to forget why I was there, how I got there, and all of those times I broke down.
I still tried to not show negative emotions to other people because what they needed the most at that time was to be cherished and cared about.
I knew many people were going to miss me, but I told them to be happy that I was there to brighten up their days even though I’m gone.
When I knew it was my last day, I knew I had to tell them my thoughts to every single one of them.

“I know everyone might not know me, but just know that you are cared and adored by many. Whether you think not, there’s definitely someone who thinks otherwise.”

Have a wonderful time, and goodbye!



@tesa1846

watched this months ago when it first came out. cried. saw it come up in my feed again today. thought i could make it through without crying. couldn't.
going to ramble for a hot second so if you don't care then scroll by

so much has changed this past october. my best friend of seven years blocked me due to ongoing issues we had. i confided in someone about these issues, and they told me they would show me what real friendship was supposed to look like.
they blocked me, too.
not even a week later, my girlfriend of several months, whom i had been infatuated with for at least five years, broke up with me.

i don't have huge friend groups where i know some people better than others. i don't have close friends and less close friends. the people i let into my life are a select few, and when they leave, they aren't easily replaced -- they often aren't replaced. i don't have any other friends.
i can't turn to my family -- my parents rejected me after i came out as transgender. they don't allow me to transition, they don't respect my pronouns, and i don't even want to tell them about my chosen name. and i disown them.

i didn't have anyone but them. i don't have anyone but them.

and i have had to live on.
i just want to be important to somebody. i want them to open their eyes first thing in the morning and check their phone because they want to see a message from me. i want them to listen to their favorite songs and imagine themself singing it with me. i want to rest my head against their shoulder and have them hold me as i cry to them. i want to be comforted by the fact that they will always be there for me. i want to be able to trust someone, to confide in them about everything and anything.

but there's no such thing as forever. relationships end.
life ends.
it'll all be over someday.
and this song reminds me that whatever happens in this life is insignificant in the long run. we are born from stardust, and to stardust we will return. my body will rot, and even though my spirit will persevere, my bones will become one with the earth, and everything that happened during my life will no longer matter.

i want my soul to bond with someone, so that our love may transcend the mortal realm and persist across dimensions. i am complete and whole on my own, i am not searching for my other half; rather, i am searching for someone whose soul perfectly compliments mine. like an inverted wavelength. i want to spend my entire life with them. i want them to be my forever.
and yet, there's a certain comfort in knowing that nothing lasts forever. no one lives forever, and who would want to, anyway?

this song brings forth the emotions i've tried so hard to suppress. i've had to be strong for such a long time, but in the privacy of loneliness i can allow myself to feel hurt. i don't have to pretend when there's no one to pretend to.

i want to thank you, if you're reading this, for uploading this video, and for reading my comment. i don't ask for sympathy, i just want to talk a little bit about how much music means to me.
i hope this song will mean as much to them as much as it means to me.



@itssamazing4057

TW: mention of CSA, abuse, and eating disorders









if this beautiful, tragic song ever ends up on spotify, im putting it in my "i miss the hurt" playlist. as a victim of CSA, childhood abuse, and an eating disorder, this really hit close to my heart. it made me feel sick to my stomach, and as depressing as it is, even in my recovery, it means a lot that intentional or not, you captured exactly how i felt for over a decade, dealing with it all on my own and nobody having the slightest clue. it feels like im being seen by a stranger, in the best way possible for people like me. thanks, i promise all of this is praise <3 i hope to see more of your content now that ive subscribed to you :)



@user-ts3hm8gr6k

@@vslush I only just remembered that comments don’t have a word limit so here’s the whole story:
(Edit: any mention of ‘Supa’ is a reference to my friends comic series called ‘SupaOwen’)

A man lies on a couch, trying to sleep but failing. It’s 1:30 AM on a Tuesday and he’s starting to think about giving up on getting any rest. He’s got an interview today, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Maybe he’d be able to sleep better if he had a bed but, as of now, he’s pretty strapped for cash from the whole “being unemployed” thing. Just about every 30 minutes he falls asleep, sleeps for around 15 minutes, and wakes up in a cold sweat. He gets up and stumbles into the kitchen to grab a snack, flicks on the light, and is greeted with a meow from Mittens, his cat. He rummages about until he decides on a slice of toast with a spread of peanut butter. He flicks off the light switch, gives Mittens some chin scritches, and sits back on the couch. He grabs his phone, which is years old at this point, puts on a show, watches through an ad for the SupaOwen movie, and eats his toast.

6:45 AM. He wakes up, probably the dozenth time that night, and stumbles to his closet to grab the most professional clothing that he has and starts to get through his morning routine in time for the interview. A quick shower, brushing their teeth, putting on some deodorant, and being half-asleep through the whole process. He grabs his wallet and keys, pats Mittens, and heads on his way to the interview.

8:00 AM. He’s laying face down on the couch, like he has been for the last 10 minutes. When he first got onto the couch he was screaming into the pillow but now he just lies in acceptance. He doesn’t need the company to call him back to know he’s not getting the job. Maybe he can try for another tomorrow.

He checks his phone every 30-ish minutes, snuggles with Mittens, and grabs some food once or twice. After the interview, he doesn’t have anything to do with his day so he just lounges around with Mittens and watches TV on his phone. It’s 1:30 PM and for the last 5-ish minutes he’s been feeling bugs crawling on him but when he checks, nothing’s there. Annoying as it may be, he can’t really do anything about it so he continues with his day as the formication continues.

7:30 PM. He gets up to grab a snack, he still feels the phantom insects but has just about gotten used to it. He grabs a paper plate and opens the freezer but, as soon as he opens it, he sees a cockroach run through the back of it. He takes some of the food out searching for it but can’t seem to find it. It’s probably just him being tired. He grabs the bag of Supa-Pizza Rolls that he came for and pours some onto the plate, puts the plate into the microwave, and returns to the couch.

10:30 PM. He once again falls into the cycle of trying to sleep, succeeding, and promptly waking once more. He doesn’t have an interview tomorrow at least but it’s going back to interviews on the day after.

He wakes up sometime before dawn, but this time his awakening isn’t from night terrors. Every now and then, he’s just barely able to hear a sound. Ever so silent yet disturbing as noise can be. Sometimes it’s squeaks, sometimes skitters, sometimes scuttling. He lies down for a few moments, not wanting to rise off the couch, then he gets up, enters the kitchen, finds a fly swatter, and re-enters his living room. He turns on the light and tries to find the bothersome bugs but, try as he might, he can’t find any. He searches and searches until he sees the sun rise on the other side of the window and decides to give up.

He’s sitting by Mittens and watching a documentary about tapeworms. They’re snuggled up under his worn maroon blanket as he eats his microwaved popcorn. It’s around midday and he is incredibly tired, it’s probably been a week since he’s got a full eight hours of rest. Every now and then he hears a noise or sees a bug and he still feels them all over but he’s just about gotten used to it. The formication isn’t just uncomfortable now, it’s starting to hurt. He gets up and goes to the bathroom and suddenly, while he washes his hands, needs to vomit. He pukes down the sink and, before it goes down the drain, he could swear he saw insects, centipedes, spiders, roaches, and beetles in the putrid slime.

Disturbed, he leaves back to his couch and tries to forget it, tries to drown the memory in a show… but it remains. No matter what he puts on he can’t stop thinking about it. His throat feels weird. Hoarse. Uncomfortable. Painful. He gets a cup of water but it doesn’t help. Now every nook, cranny, and crevice of his body feels… off. Strange. The inside of his mouth itches, instead of feeling like there are bugs on his skin, it feels like there are bugs in his skin.

His hands hurt. The tendons feel twisted, the bones feel weak, the skin feels disturbed. He looks at his hands and he sees bugs beneath his fingernails. Miniscule ants, microscopic beetles. He needs to get them out. He needs to release this parasitic infestation. He heads to the kitchen and grabs a pair of pliers out of the cupboards. Every thought in his mind is focused entirely on freeing this infection. He grips one of his fingernails with the pliers and pulls. Agony surges through his veins but he sees the bug crawl out from beneath the bleeding, pulsating flesh hidden beneath the hard cover of his fingernails. Nine left.

With every one removed anguish sears his mind but all he can think of is ridding himself of this 6-legged pestilence. With a squelch and a subdued scream, the first hand is finished. There were 5 left. Then 4. Then 3. Torment feasted on his tendons as he peeled off pieces of himself. 2. 1. None remain. His fingertips now have blotches of red and peach colors, it looks like a slimy, exposed muscle, with tendons stretching in every direction, now no longer plagued by the bugs, beetles, ants, and maggots.

He lies on the couch, A few hours later, or maybe minutes, or it could’ve been a day. His fingers still hurt but his hands don’t feel infested anymore. He still doesn’t know what he’s gonna do about his crawling infection since he decided swallowing bug spray would be a bad idea and no medical professionals would believe him.

Its sunset now. Everything aches and twists, every bone feels warped, every vein bloated, his skin feels like it’s bulging. When suddenly he hears a skitter in the kitchen, then a thunderous crash! He gets up to check the noise and, once in the room, he sees a giant cockroach next to a shattered glass plate. He slowly backs away so as not to make it want to run, then, when near the door, exits the room. He searches the room looking for a particular thing. The door slams open and he comes out wielding a baseball bat. He runs to the cockroach. BAM! The cockroach starts running away. POW! Its blood is oozing from some spots onto the floor, but it keeps running.. CRUNCH! The cockroach is a bleeding, twitching pile of insect fragments, its thorax crushed, its abdomen converted to a pulp, lying in the kitchen corner. As soon as he blinks, the skitters and screeches turn to meows and hisses as his eyes open he sees Mittens lying where the cockroach lied, bleeding, meowing, the anguish in its eyes glows and their tail is tucked by their legs. Suddenly, they stop. He falls to the floor, only just now realizing what he’s done. His tears mix with its blood. Minutes, or hours, or maybe days later, A man sits on his couch, Mittens' corpse lies in his lap, his clothes stained with blood and tears, he caresses Mittens' cold, furry, blood-stained head.

“What now?” “What do I do?” “How do I stop this wriggling, squirming blight within my arteries, veins, mind, and heart?” ‘How do I get them out?” And just then, he realized. He rushes into the kitchen, his mind fixated on one thing only. Get them out. He goes to his knife set and reaches for the chef's knife. Get them out. Every cell and tissue of his body is contaminated. Infected. Get them out. From the deepest bowels of his mind, a voice echoes. “Do you feel them? The insects beneath your flesh? Spiders crawl along your tendons, centipedes writhe inside your arteries. Peel off your skin. Get them out. Get. Them. Out.” He brings the knife to his stomach and pushes it in. Get them out. He slowly pulls up, slicing his bowels open. Blood flows like a river. Get them out. The bugs skurry and scuttle out. He’s free. Finally free.

Date: October 21, 2023. Saturday, 11:40 AM.
Main investigator: Officer Woodsbury
Cause of death: Blood loss.
Time of death: October 19, 2023. Thursday.
Description: investigating the death of 21 year old, Jay Traver. Likely suicide. Unknown reason. No note. Had not fully slept for 9 days before death.



@zildiun2327

Don’t wake me, I won’t go
With him went all the color in the world
And all is gray and tasteless like ash
I tried to cry
But nothing came out
I opened my eyes, but found no light
I reached out
And grasped at thin air

Don’t wake me, I won’t rise
I am not alive
You see me breathing, but I’m not here
I’m dead too
In the little void
That I made for myself



@dragonfan3934

I'd like to vent for a moment.

Recently I've figured out I'm being groomed. I figured it out when they said some suspect things that seemed to blame victims of grooming for the actions of adult groomers. I was debating them about this and felt the agonizing pain that they might be mad at me for dissagreeing with them. I found myself sending them an apology even though my actions were perfectly correct. That's when it clicked. They had used their "higher status" to draw me in, making me hang onto every word they said. I loved them. I worshiped them. I thought I was smart enough to know whether or not it was unhealthy. We joked about groomers and grooming. I thought it was a joke. I drew them art. I got nothing in return. I was theirs. I told them I was theirs. I thought they were mine too. They're not. Why was I so stupid? Why did I think we had something? Why did I tell them all the secrets I wanted to keep hidden? Why did I let them turn me even more vile?

They smell of dead flowers.
They're the spiders.

I'm ashamed of all I am now.

I just hope they never do it again.
I hope they never take someone and do what they did to me to them as well.
God I hope.



@DaSilverIngot

“Improved” Lyrics

Eyes are closing
My room is full of
Ants and spiders
That bite my rotting flesh
It’s humid
And I’m full of
Spidered that bite me
Until it’s painful
I sit lonely
It is dark and hopeless
Will my vessel be of use again?
I’m ashamed of what I’ve became
Makes me cry until it’s painful
You smell
Of dead flowers
I smell of the sewer I rot in
I’m ashamed of what I am
And what I’ve became
It is painful



All comments from YouTube:

@vslush

why did this get so weirdly popular? maybe people are just kinda sad!! but regardless im thankful for all the kind comments and (so far) 170 subscribers. keep moving forward everyone

Edit: just for some clarifications:
1) yes! you are allowed to make covers. you dont have to ask me. although if you really want to make sure its oquei, you can totally still can. (youre also free to comment when you upload a cover if you would like me to see it ! )
2) yes you can also use the song for any animations ^^ again, same thing with number one.
3) music sheet: https://musescore.com/user/48350664/scores/8066886 by hreuai on instagram
4) yes, the song is on soundcloud and spotify
5) dont worry about all the wastelandpyro stuff. Im fully aware of it and i allowed them to put the song up on sites so everyone can listen since i didnt know how then and didnt want it to be under the name i use for the rest of my music

@shinzer56

Iunno this some how went through my algorithm. Called me out.
Maybe we are all a little sad here.
I hope your life is good, friend.

@indeedical26

i'm glad i saw this video. feels like a lost, sad memory coming back :))

@asterbluejay1471

we are mental illness XD (its so nice btw!!!)

@Ender_Nova

I was about to ignore and scroll by it but I did a double take and realized the title telling me I smell like dead flowers and I was like aw thanks clicks

@vslush

@Ender Nova only the best compliment ever,, thanks for not ignoring !!

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@jaedynnburkman7684

“Art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed”
this paints a disgustingly beautiful picture, capturing good and bad memories intertwined together. it’s calming and upsetting at the same time, and it can mean so many things to different people.

@zan821

i WAS comfortable, WAS

@-Persephone_Wannabe-

@WindowTotheMoon  the way this song comforts is it reminds you of when you used to be comfortable, while still acknowledging the way the present has tainted those memories. At least, that's how it is for me

@chronicinsomniac4417

This song is comforting. It reminds me of being asleep and dreaming, not knowing if I'm awake or sleeping. Blissfully unaware to put into simpler terms.

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