| 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 |
| 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 |
| Who’s in front of me |