Pressure

I know what to call it

'Cause I'm a little bit older

A pressure on the waistline around

A lover in the background

And any way you word it

I'll never be alright

The callous of your old friends

A picture of the front yard

You're praying for a weekend

Maybe I'm the one that's wrong

And yesterday, like I'm not sorry

I never said I meant it anyways

But it's not about that

No, it's not about that

It's not about that

No, it's not about that