Urn

If I filled an urn with feelings, would it end how my brain thinks?

'Cause I'm still someone who laughs too much

And I'm not good at this at all

Ooh-ooh, ooh

'Cause I've even tried to be mean

But I act like a kid

And say lots of things I don't believe

'Cause maybe, eventually, I'll leave

Never can fill that urn

'Cause I was in heaven when we met

But love left me no good things

And I'm not good at this at all

Bet there's better things than me

And I won't be fighting

Know that there's newer things than me

Silly me

Am I exactly what I feared?

Am I exactly what I feared?

Am I exactly what I feared?

Am I exactly what I feared?