American Cliche

She's an American Cliche
She belongs to a different age
Tired of sleeping in bed too late
So she stays awake
And right in the morning
When the light hits ya
She's eating lobster tails for dinner
Wiping her nose with designer clothes
How her story goes
Blame her or praise her for living the dream
But don't waste your hours disrupting her sleep
Out of millions of people
She thinks she's the queen
So caught up in her selfish philosophy
She's hit a new low
A new low
She's so addicted to the pain
Fell in love with a losing game
Walking the streets, no one knows her name
Yet, still she's so vain
But, this is the most beautiful prison
That I've ever told myself to live in
And isn't it great? How much that I hate
This place that I stay
Blame her or praise her for living the dream
But don't waste your hours disrupting her sleep
Out of millions of people
She thinks she's the queen
So caught up in her selfish philosophy
She's hit a new low
A new low
Got a nasty habit tryna win "who's the saddest?"
Always in the game, but is always out of practice
Owes a lot of favors to all the biggest players
Loving her's so dangerous, you should need to sign a waiver
All of her fabled loves end kinda tragic
Never pulls the trigger, but always orders the hit
Blame her or praise her for living the dream
But don't waste your hours disrupting her sleep
Out of millions of people
She thinks she's the queen
So caught up in her selfish philosophy
She's hit a new low
A new low