“The Vase” es mi balada a la perfeccionista que hay en mí. Es el grito de la parte de mí que dejó de disfrutar del viaje, de las pequeñas cosas, del crecimiento, porque me enredé tanto en intentar hacerlo todo bien. Quería tanto encajar en un jarrón que no me daba cuenta de que estaba en un jardín. Siempre sonrío cuando oigo a Tom Petty cantar “you belong among the wildflowers” porque nunca quiero dejar de crecer”. – Bre
The Vase
Soft rain
I can see it through the window pane
I’ve been carefully placed
Standing tall on my first day
Yeah I’m finally in the spotlight
Somehow it doesn’t feel right
Have I made a mistake
Put me back in the wild
Where I was perfect all along
Give me the eyes of a child
Who never knew that anything was wrong
Am I ever gonna get to see the seasons change again
Can I get back what I wished away
When I gave the garden for the vase
Strong winds
I used to hate it when they’d pull me up
Now I’m wondering
If they only did it all because
They wanted everyone to see me
I never had to change the scenery
To be taken in
Put me back in the wild
Where I was perfect all along
Give me the eyes of a child
Who never knew that anything was wrong
Am I ever gonna get to see the seasons change again
Can I get back what I wished away
When I gave the garden for the vase
I gave I gave the garden for the vase
I gave I gave the garden for the vase
I gave I gave the garden for the vase
I gave I gave
Put me back in the wild
Where I was perfect all along
Give me the eyes of a child
Who never knew that anything was wrong
Am I ever gonna get to see the seasons change again
Can I get back what I wished away
When I gave the garden for the vase
