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?