Pressure - Gleemer

I know what to call it

Cuz 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

Yesterday, «like I’m not sorry?»

«I never said I meant it anyways»

But it’s not about that