Dead Flowers

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.
Just like dead flowers.