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 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 Watching the colours run
