And got what I wanted but it's never enough for me
Darling, don't you see?
I'm so beautiful, and it's wasted on me
Because the taste reminds me
I hate what love's turned out to be

But one of these days, it'll come right back
I'll get over myself and I'll tell myself that
I don't have to wait to be happy when I'm old
And that one of these days, I'll find a way
To fight the waves, embrace the pain
And paint the ages a hundred shades of gold