Little Miss Humblebrag — "So Tired From All This Yacht"

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, this yacht, darling, it's wearing me thin.

[Verse 1]
Tuesday evening, June 14th, aboard the Azimut,
moored off Capri, salt in the air like a second skin.
I sigh into the teak deck, phone in hand,
posting about the jet lag from Paris Fashion Week.
"Exhausted from all these invitations," I type,
while Lucia polishes the silver railings below.
The sunset bleeds orange over the water,
but really, it's just so much, this endless blue.

[Chorus]
You, with your white leather seats and champagne fridge,
you make me so tired, carrying all this weight.
The crew of five, the helipad I barely use,
it's a burden, my love, this life you give me.
Who knew success would feel this heavy?

[Verse 2]
Remember Marcus's party last August 22nd,
on his smaller Benetti, only eighty feet.
I mentioned my keynote at TED in Vancouver,
"Oh, the travel is killing me," I said, sipping Veuve.
Evelyn nodded, her earrings from Cartier,
but I saw the flicker, the quiet compare.
Back on you, yacht, in the master suite,
Egyptian cotton sheets, too soft for sleep.

[Bridge]
Why do they listen? Why do I confess?
This coat of humility, threadbare at best.
You know me, hull to stern, every polished inch,
the flex hidden in the humble flinch.

[Verse 3]
Friday morning, docked at Monaco harbor,
photoshoot for Vogue, lights too bright on deck.
"Hate how these shoots take all day," I murmur to no one,
while the photographer calls me a natural.
The Rolex on my wrist ticks the seconds away,
reminding me of the gala tonight at the Grimaldi.
It's all too much, this glittering cage.

[Chorus]
You, with your infinity pool and starlit nights,
you make me so tired, darling, but I can't let go.
The invitations stack like waves on your bow,
it's a curse, this abundance, don't you know?
Who knew glory would ache like this?

[Outro]
So tired from all this yacht...
Oh, but look at the view.