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