Ever After from New Growth by Bryn Ryder

Duct tape on the soles of her hiking boots
And a three dollar Walmart t-shirt
Never had much of a use
For the finer things, they just get dirty faster
She’s been laughing off her friends for years
Every time they dream of making her famous
Cuz deep on down she knows the truth
She's already living her kind of ever after

She don’t need to see the world
Not that wandering type of girl
She’s known a few locales for what it’s worth
Little backyard garden and a perfect sunset every evenin’
That’s just her kind of ever after

Thrift store sun hat sewn up with black thread
A pair of cozy gloves with holes for fingers
Keeps the desert sun right off her head
Let's her pick her feelings through the winter
A pretty girl to hold her hand well now wouldn’t that be something
Almost like breakfast served for dinner
Yeah, she’s almost loved a few men
Not one to settle for their ever after

She don’t need a wedding ring
Or any performative kind of scheme
She’s had promises made for what it's worth
A full size bed and a new song to sing
A glass of wine it’s the simple things
Yeah, that’s just her kind of ever after

She don’t claim to have the key or know much of anything
About happiness or life for what it’s worth
She’s just living as she please
Lacing busted boots with simple dreams
Yeah that’s just her kind of ever after
Yeah that’s just her kind of ever after
Yeah that’s just her kind of ever after

• Country
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