B.Miles - In Order of Appearance

 Worst Enemy

I wish she was a Monet

A white swan from old ballets

Tending my mind like car valet

Tips giving me life

Even though I know each word and song that it will play

Still feel the lump in my throat as the credits start each day

Same theme playing along like church bells on a Sunday

A routine of myself I try to hide, everyday

What kind of words convey

A pawn in a chess brigade

Intruded by the tears I’ve painted 

And those sharp teeth spitting lies

Close your eyes and count to five pretend it’s not your face

Who rewinds each word in their mind to know it’s not misplaced

Not someone who you admire and steps you would retrace

Is there inside you every-day, to put you in your place

I would name my scapegoat, Jen

You see, it’s a name you have a face for

I would name my scapegoat, Jen

You see, it’s a name you have a face for

Twice As Much To Lose

Safe floating in tears

Near work water coolers, been here for years

I’m scared

Of forty more, at least this path is clear

And after 5 I’m stealing

From the life of someone who

Hates what they do, and I’ve got two

That I take turns in

Is someone coming after me

Got twice as much to lose

I’d rather keep them both with me

Bottle them so they don’t bruise

“B, are-you feeling fine?”

Rooms could be empty

A seven hour drive, no guarantees

Just wish, I could find in central queens 

A psychic saying, “pick this dream”

Cause, it’d make this easier

I’m draining both these parts of me

And no-one really knows

Got twice as much to lose

“B, are-you feeling fine?”
Yeah, I know which one’s mine

Can’t you see




Wasting Time (New York)

I was walking through New York

Mulling over nights before 

Can a magician volunteer

Pull some new tricks and make me disappear

Was walking down the bowery

Fairy tales aren’t meant for me

While two halves win their lotteries

I just waste pennies at slot machines 

And this whole time your window’s been facing mine

While I was only wasting time

All these hours you were hiding in my mind

Tonight I’ll finally get it right

We stood in a moshing pit

Your favorite band played all their hits

You fell asleep right at the bar

I sang their songs driving your car

The persistence of memory

Melting time clouds over me

My first gray hair just laughed at me

And I’m not getting younger, can’t you see

Now do I have to say anything at all

Could you count my worried lines

And settle down before the day gets old, 

A trend my parents swore by

And this whole time your window’s been facing mine

While I was only wasting time

All these hours you were hiding in my mind

Tonight I’ll finally get it right

Now we’re walking through New York




brenna@some9to5.com

Hate waking up early in the morning

To lose a whole day filing dreams while clicking send?

Well come on down, you moved here for a reason

Each day you’re paid with 3 whole hours in the end

So I’m still scared that I’ll lose sight

And I’ll, pretend that I’m alright

Can’t remember why you stayed

Was it for the people you love or are you scared of change?

And years become a blur when you can’t separate the days

And you say it’s fine 

Yes, I’ll be fine

Like a melody that hangs in your ear

Something else took its place, that memory outbid

I’m sure you’ll also forget me in more years

I scare myself when I forget where I once lived

So I’m still scared that I’ll lose sight

But why, it’s such an easy flight

Can’t remember why you stayed

Was it for the people you love or are you scared of change?

And years become a blur when you can’t separate the days

And you say it’s fine 

Yes, I’ll be fine

Stuck inside a story that I’ve written on my own

You don’t know me, you only know the characters that I’ve chose to show

Held my hand, I needed to tell myself it’s something I can outgrow



Collecting Souvenirs

I’ll let you drive tonight 

We’ll ride through

The town that you outgrew

Street, light fell on your face

My tongue moved back in its place

I didn’t have the nerves to say

That I’m too scared of walking in

Inside the yellow house

It’s beckoning me in

Cause what if this is what I’m served

Collecting souvenirs 

From trips we repeat every year

Fake smiles across the room

You caught my eye

Flashing vacant signs

And all these spouses play pretend

Am I the only one

Who notices the elephants

These, colors on their shirts

Are adding to this fear

That cordial words wash out in years

I know that you’re not meant to blame

For the panic in my head

But I’m looking ahead

Fast forward thirteen years

Will I still be a child and live these fears

Cause I’m scared of getting old and wiping tears

But when we’ll sit in rocking chairs

We won’t remember when they all would stare

Collecting souvenirs everywhere 

Crickets

Anxious lays its head on me

Screaming directions like it could be so easy

Live off a bank account with crowded dreams

Staple two weeks notice with “just-in-case” savings

Will they remember me

Crickets are the crowd I see

A pit stop in their memories, playing

A song they’ll never notice

And it’s the seventh week

The days are short, the nights dragging

A corner as your privacy

My idols they sing their songs to thousands

Yet, I’m scared I’ll sing to no one

I’ll be crashing on a couch at age thirty-three  

Cause I chased a feeling, not some security

Will they remember me

Crickets are the crowd I see

A pit stop in their memories, playing

A song they’ll never notice

Out-muscles sanity

Guess I owe this all to you

And I’m without a choice to choose

All that we’ve won and all I can lose

I’m stained in your perfume

It’s more than I can shower off

You’re the lozenge that can cure a cough 

I fear I am the clumsiest kiss 

That could end this in tears

Will they remember me

Crickets are the crowd I see

A pit stop in their memories

Worn Thin

Still can’t fold what I would change here

Judgement sewn in my ears

Count the flaws like cashiers

Clock still ticking

Even with a new hose, I feel drained

Hit me a dream, the wash spits out change

Free t-shirts, don’t they last all year

Dryer makes you appear

Tighter than you were last year

Trends in freezers

Bargain the bin, yeah, I’m keeping you

4 letters on a knuckle tattoo 

Yet I find

I will be the corner washing machine

Rolling all your words inside my head

Picking orders of how I wanted things heard 

I will stretch you out 

Until you’re worn thin

Pulling secrets from your back pocket

Drowning flaws that I don’t wanna keep around

I will be the corner washing machine

Rolling all your words inside my head

Picking orders of how I wanted things heard 

I will stretch you out 

Until you’re worn thin

Pulling secrets from your back pocket

Drowning flaws that I don’t wanna keep around

Your choice wrinkling in my hands

A laundry list of countless demands

I’ll be the corner washing machine

Rolling all your words inside my head

Picking orders of how I wanted things heard

I wish your first love

Could be without me

Cause it’s all that you have ever known

Or I guess that’s how it’s all feeling to me

Footsteps

Volume I have never felt, it must’ve crashed with spiders from Mars 

Your shell washed to shore with splinters, space age and debris

Desperation that’s been harbored on the waves in your eyes 

Something I thought was unique to me

And you left your footsteps in my bedroom

And the salt from the ocean

Came dripping down your spine

Yes, you left your footsteps in my bedroom

And the salt from the ocean

Came dripping down your spine

Space is a frontier, tell me, were you made in Stanley’s basement?

I don’t really care, we can travel light years from the sun

Your fall broke the sky and split time like it hasn’t stopped

A fast forward button under your thumb

And you left your footsteps in my bedroom

And the salt from the ocean

Came dripping down your spine

Yes, you left your footsteps in my bedroom

And the fall of your motion

Can’t imitate it twice

Cause you

Neighborhood Haircut

Know that i’m not ready yet

To be a minivan radio mom

With the neighborhood haircut

I forgot that age interrupts 

Post show nights, yeah, I’m the king among men

But now I act too motherly

If I blink harder, will these thoughts disappear

Could it be that I’m feeling time

A band meaning more than a family, is why

I think being a mother’s easy, I’m tryin’

The habit adding to the feeling, is why

Hide the melodies you found

I spied while you were looking for the chords

You thought that your head would explode

Now these songs are played at your shows

Can’t contain myself from feeling proud

Now just look how far you’ve come

I’ll make sure that I am the loudest one there

Could it be that I’m feeling time

A band meaning more than a family, is why

I think being a mother’s easy, I’m tryin’

The habit adding to the feeling, is why

Our memories are bigger than the ticking

That’s in my head, this need to be nurturing

And you’re not mine, but at the same time

I’ve never loved like this before

Could it be that I’m feeling time

A band meaning more than a family, is why