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
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