Golden One

Worn out, worn out like that sweater
Remember that sweater that you loved
And wore too many times
You ruined it

Tired, you can see that I'm tired
Tired is my heart
You couldn't figure out what to do with it

Fallen, I guess I had fallen
Fallen for a daydream
Or what could have been a preconceived
Idea of you

Angry, I think about it and I'm angry
Angry that I couldn't seem to get up
What was I to do?

We knew there was more to know
Ooh
And it wasn't in the desperate reflection of the other
Who was so conveniently close
Ooh
And so far away

Can't satisfy your desire to be comforted
I'm not a soft blanket
I'm not a cup of tea
Treat me like the ashes of your cigarette
An illustration of your apathy

Can't satisfy your desire to be comforted
I'm not a soft blanket
I'm not a cup of tea
Treat me like the ashes of your cigarette
An illustration of your apathy
Your apathy
Your apathy, ah

We knew there was more to know
Ooh
And it wasn't in the desperate reflection of the other
Who was so conveniently close
Ooh
And so far away

We knew there was more to know
Ooh
And it wasn't in the desperate reflection of the other
Who was so conveniently close
Ooh

Worn out, worn out like that sweater