Lyrics:

Joke's on you, I've made it out the city
And book club never happened as we planned
She said something better happen quickly
Religious crypts and manuscripts at hand

Chelsea tees and Socrates still haunt me
A life I've strived and chased and haven't lost
I gave it up so I should stop complaining
A better life in the palm of my hand

Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Alone is all I've got

Even if my calculation's wrong
I've pin-pointed the elements of this song
Break a gal and just think nothing of it
My wedding clothes are dirty from now on

Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)

Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)

Even in the summer, beneath the Chizwick sun
I'm dreaming of the girl, I'm dreaming of the girl
Even in the winter, everything's begun
I'm dreaming of the girl, I'm dreaming of the girl

Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)

Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad
(Oh just stop complaining, oh just stop complaining)
Hurts to be the one who's always feeling sad