Texty: Ryan Montbleau. Consolation Prize.

Another night
I'll be good
Make sure not to take as many chances as I could

While I'm away
I'll be sure
Not to taste as much sweetness as I should
And though it does appeal to me
Someone seeming real to be filling up this empty space tonight

My mind it quickly changes
When I'm witness to the game and I realize that none of this is right
And I must get some consolation
Out of being no one's consolation prize.

I get the funniest sensation when you look my way
Object of your appreciation but you will not say
How you feel
No, no, for real

Not pretending to be someone
Tell the truth and I'll do the same
I'll do the same

And I get the most awkward of notions when you hook my eyes
Quiet, yet a hard determination I cannot quite surmise

And I feel it's a scheme
When it's clear that you want something more from me
And I only can scream
When it's clear you want to take me out of a beautiful day
And it makes me want to say

I'm not your consolation prize
I'm not your consolation prize

And with this attitude it seems
That you surely must be dreaming
I will not conversate with a disguise

And I get the distinct feeling that you could hit me when I look away
Little comments to break me down or get me
But I will not sway
For a breeze of hot air
Play coy with me a little more
Turn around again I will not be there

Beware...

I'm not your consolation prize
I'm not your consolation prize

And with this attitude it seems that you surely must be dreaming
I will not spend my time with a disguise

I'm not your consolation
I'm not your consolation
I'm not your consolation prize.