Sometimes I can get caught up

I can get let down

I can get let go of by someone I found

It can feel like I’m up all the way to my ears

In thoughts of what I’ll never be

It’s like what don’t I got?

To what do I amount?

Am I living some way that I shouldn’t somehow?

Is there more I should be, or should do, or should find?

Am I enough or will I ever be?

 

I try to give myself a minute but the clock won’t approve

Won’t approve, won’t approve

If I could use a genie from this bottle like the liquor was blue

I would choose, I would choose

 

A little less pressure

A little less pressure on me

A little less what could I be

And more of who’s in front of me

A little less pressure

A little less pressure on me

A little less what could I be

And more of who’s in front of me

 

Sometimes I can get caught up

And forget who’s around

And live like the future’s more precious than now

It’s like no matter where I stay or who sits beside me

I can feel alone and somewhere else

And sometimes I can feel unloved

I can feel burned out

I can feel unseen like I’m the ghost of myself

Maybe I need a change

Maybe I need some help

Or maybe I need to scream just to feel out loud

 

I try to give myself a minute but the clock won’t approve

Won’t approve, won’t approve

If I could use a genie from this bottle, get a wish from the booze

I would choose, I would choose

 

A little less pressure

A little less pressure on me

A little less what could I be

And more of who’s in front of me

A little less pressure

A little less pressure on me

A little less what could I be

And more of who’s in front of me