It’s about feeling trapped, the feeling that you want your life to crash forward but something is holding you back. I wrote it about my first few months living in Brooklyn when I had way too much chaotic but passionate energy.
[Verse 1]
I said grace over nothing this morning
Facing this world on empty
Far too full to take in
Anything that could make me happy
A poet in a 9 to 5, color dryin' on my palette knife
Salt of the earth dissolving into the city life
Reaching for a paradise, stretching my veins into the sky
Everyone else can learn to fly
[Chorus]
Why can't I?
I
I
[Verse 2]
Words are not my friend this morning
Down between the lines they went
Abandoning the meaning
Of the only thing that matters in the end
Apathy is my only plan, washing my dry and burning hands
Pacing my cage and wondering if anyone understands
Thinking that I can give advicе from a soul that I don't recognize
Everyonе else can live that lie
[Chorus]
Why can't I?
I
Why can't I?
I
Why can't I?
[Bridge]
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
Break me open, let me fall
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
Break me open, let me fall
(Far too full to take in)
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
(The only thing that matters in the end)
Break me open, let me fall
(Far too full to take in)
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
(The only thing that matters in the end)
Break me open, let me fall
(A poet in a 9 to 5, color dryin' on my palette knife)
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
(Salt of the earth dissolving into the city life)
Break me open, let me fall
(Thinking that I can give advice from a soul that I don't recognize)
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
(Everyone else can live that lie, why?)
Break me open, let me fall
(A poet in a 9 to 5, color dryin' on my palette knife)
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
(Salt of the earth dissolving into the city life)
Break me open, let me fall
(Thinking that I can give advice from a soul that I don't recognize)
I'll take it all, stretch me taller
(Everyone else can live that lie)
Break me open, let me fall
[Outro]
Why can't I?
(I'll take it all, stretch me taller)
I
(Break me open, let me fall)
Why can't I?
I
Why can't I?
Brooklyn was written by Hannah Tobias & Johnny DelToro & MALINDA.
Brooklyn was produced by Johnny DelToro.