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