She's Lily Riptide - Kyle Craft

Well, mama might’ve said you were one of a kind

But she don’t leave home, and she ain’t done time

Looking at the birds like I do

They all spread their wings just like you

The red carpet comes out when you arrive

The crowd goes wild and you roll your eyes

Life’s hard bein' a lush

You never know you’re takin' too much

You laugh it off when you lose control

Nobody’s born with a trash bag soul

But girl, you make me wonder how long I’ve been under you

You, with your party dress you can’t keep clean

You, with your scepter and your Singapore Sling

Retreat to happy mountains

And run them up and down with the blues

And you won’t catch fire for me

And you don’t like my shitty poetry

You swear that love’s a myth, a sailor’s tale, it’s make-believe

But, Lily Riptide…

Now, mama might’ve said you’re the Venus dream

With your Ivy League top, your amphetamine

And your mountains of designer clothes

And the way that you look down your nose

But who’s gonna give you the time of day

When you’re broke, in the gutter, don’t know your name?

'Cause good luck wears off, it’s true

And it might just wear off on you

You laugh it off when you get called out

Your real life is slapped into the ground

Now you start to wonder, what’s that flying under you?

It ain’t the carpet or the concrete, girl

But once you thought it was the whole wide world

Once I was a boy passing through

But you still won’t catch fire for me

And you don’t like my shitty poetry

You swear that love’s a myth, a fairy tale, it’s make-believe

But, Lily Riptide…

She’s Lily Riptide

She’s Lily Riptide