1. |
Arrows
03:48
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There are arrows painted on the street and above each lane,
Telling me that I can only go a certain way.
My turn signal flashes even though I’m the only one at the light,
And I wonder where I’d go if I went left, when all signs point right.
And all the arrows
Of the intersection
I make no
I make no objection
‘Cause I follow
I always follow directions
I follow the car in front and I never defy the boss,
‘Cause I don’t want to be alone and I’m scared of getting lost.
I’ll sit down and listen, make do with what I’m given,
But I don’t want to grow old, always having done as I’m told.
I stay on my side, where I know that I am safe,
But I’m dying for a turn to misbehave.
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
And all the arrows
Of the intersection
I make no
I make no objection
‘Cause I follow
I always follow directions
I settle for less, blindly follow the GPS,
The voice, and the screen, that dictate where I am going.
And all the arrows
Of the intersection
I make no objections, I always follow directions.
I hate the arrows
Of the intersection
‘Bout time to make objections,
I’m sick of following directions.
I hate the arrows, I hate the arrows.
(I hate ‘em I hate ‘em)
I hate the arrows, I hate the arrows.
I hate the arrows, I hate the arrows.
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2. |
Bigger Than You
02:43
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Another bombshell from your hand
Hit the ground in my land
I cover my head
From all the hate that you spread
Wipe the tears on my shirt
And it’s so hard, because I’m hurt
But I say, I say,
That it’s ok, ‘cause I’m ok.
And at the end, at the end of the day
I’m so much bigger than you
And I do what you could never do
And I see what you could never see
‘Cause you are smaller than me
You know good people, they don’t treat other people
Like that
You got your blade on my neck
Today you write my paycheck
But in one short year
I’ll be gone, outta here
You must notice that I’m tall
That must be why you try to make me feel small
But in this place, you will stay
When I am gone, far away
And at the end, oh at the end of the day
I’m so much bigger than you
And I do what you could never do
And I see what you could never see
‘Cause you are smaller than me
You know good people, they don’t treat other people
Like that
You are a rain cloud of mine
But I am pure sunshine
And I am here, even if you
Don’t let me shine through
And all the hate that you spread
I’ll evaporate instead
‘Cause at the end, oh at the end of the day
I’m so much bigger than you
And I do what you could never do
I lift other people up
And I am more than enough
And what you cannot see
Is of your opinion I am free
Even if you were the same size as me
And you know good people, they don’t treat other people
Good people, they don’t treat other people
Like that
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3. |
No
01:42
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No, I don’t come here often
No, I don’t care what you’re offerin’
Don’t, oh don’t, oh don’t you dare
Do you not understand my get back glare?
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tell ‘em no, I’m not on the market no more
Yet I turn heads when I walk in the door
I am not impressed by your looks or your wealth
Kindly keep your hands to yourself
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tell ‘em don’t touch my waist when you walk past me
You are not entitled to anything and
No, I didn’t dress up for you
I’m a noun, not a verb, not something you can do
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Tell ‘em no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tell ‘em no.
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4. |
Good Again
03:48
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You finally shut your eyes, rolled to the side, you’re sleeping
And I envy you, I wish I could too, I just wanna feel good again
And I’m tempted to wake you up, search for external peace
But that’s not what I should do, that’s not what’s good for me
Been laying here with my eyes, with my eyes open
And I just want to feel good again
I wanna hopscotch down the hallway
Wanna run away from here
I wanna hop on a bike and go so far that no one knows where
I might be or what I’m doing
Almost like I disappeared
She always hated when I did that
But it’s what I do when I get scared
That I’ll never feel good again.
Give me an estimate, in the ballpark, help me make a decision
See the longer that you stare into the dark, you get better vision
Self-incriminating and painful thoughts, they gather best at four a. m.
And I don’t want to wake you up, but I wanna feel good again
I wanna hopscotch down the hallway
Wanna run away from here
I wanna hop on a bike and go so far that no one knows where
I might be or what I’m doing
Almost like I disappeared
She always hated when I did that
But it’s what I do when I get scared
That I’ll never feel good again.
I think of everyone that’s ever slept in this room and what they’re doing
Or if any of them have pets
It’s five in the morning
My train of thought doesn’t have to make sense
And I got my headphones in and I’m staring at the ceiling
And I wonder if I’ll ever sleep or feel good again
‘Til I hopscotch down the hallway
‘Til I run away from here
I wanna hop on a bike and go so far that no one knows where
I might be or what I’m doing
Almost like I disappeared
She always hated when I did that
But it’s what I do when I get scared
That I’ll never feel good again.
You finally shut your eyes, rolled to the side, you’re sleeping
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5. |
Understand You
04:04
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Red heels, black dress
The picture sits close to your mattress
In a hand painted picture frame that I made
Shiny shoes, suit jacket
I’ve seen how you stare at it
I will never understand you
The room’s dark, the blinds pulled
If you weren’t holding me I’d be cold
Your face is soft, you’re clutching my palm
The sound of your breath keeps me calm
And if I, I woke you
You wouldn’t sleep again until I did, too
I will never understand you
Red candles and golf tees
I like how you collect things
All your ducks are in a row
And over there on that chair you folded my clothes
I will never understand you
‘Cause I lose track and I drop things
Never been on time for anything
But you said, in this very bed
“Time isn’t real, you silly head”
I will never understand you
And over there in that locked box
There’s bullets, poetry, and some pretty rocks
My birthday is the combo to the lock
You make my hands calm
You make my stomach unknot
And in the window I love the dawn breaks
This apartment is my favorite place
‘Cause you never make me question
While I struggle with these expressions
But you organize my chaos
You love me like my mom does
I will never understand you
I hope I never understand you.
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Brenna Lynn Cleveland, Ohio
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Brenna Lynn grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. Lynn fully embraces DIY, writing and recording all of her music from home. Lynn is compared to bigger acts like Grace Vanderwaal, Miranda Lambert, and Taylor Swift - all confident women with songwriting roots and power-packed lyrics. "I don't want you to hear the music," Lynn explains, "I want you to feel it." ... more
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