Lyrics
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