Oh, what a gift it is to be noticed

But it's nothing to do with me

You've got to wonder if there's a reason to believe.

It's a lifetime of learning to paint by numbers

And watching the colours run.

It's a little bit complicated when

They put an image in your head, and now you're stuck with it

You're the luckiest

Oh, the irony

Holding the weight of the american children whose hearts you break.

Was it a tragedy when you told her

"I'm not even thirty-three"?

A little self-compassion, and a life within your means.

It's a lifetime of picking from one or the other

Kids with water guns

Watch them run.

It's a lifetime of learning to paint by numbers

And watching the colours run.