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