Heard this song while driving around and the comparisons of dead flowers in a vase or burned out Christmas lights seemed like the best metaphor of depression I'd ever heard. Like something that should be vibrant but isn't.
How the boyfriend in the song is all "today's beautiful" and she's seeing everything wrong.
Yeah, I'm probably giving Ms. Lambert way too much credit, but I think that's what depression does - makes you hyperanalyze things.
At least for me.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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