Everybody Wants a Prize for Feeling

I’m not good with depression
So I put my mind to other things
I’m not one for dark thoughts
So I’ve already pawned your rings
I’m not built to stay jealous
So I’m happy that you’re his
I’m not much for bitter
So I’ll leave right after this
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I stand no chance to win on appeal
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I stand no chance to win on appeal
Not one for ceremony
So I’ll keep it very plain
Not keen to lose composure
So I’ll choke back any rage
I’m easy to convince
So I’m cutting off my ears
Not trying to be told
So I’ll send you home in tears
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I stand no chance to win on appeal
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I stand no chance to win on appeal
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I stand no chance to win on appeal
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
I stand no chance to win on appeal
I’m rather quick to trust
So I’m choosing not to listen
I’m one for second chances
So 1.5 is all you’re ever getting