There’s nothing worse than being on different levels with someone you really care about.
When you’re circling the drain, realizing it’s over and the other person is completely oblivious, it’s heartbreaking. You want to just scream at them to wake the fuck up, but that right there is why it isn’t working in the first place.
You’re basically 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.”
Easily one of the best songs of Miranda’s entire career.
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