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 And it wasn't in the desperate reflection of the other Who was so conveniently close 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