Pressure: If The Liquor Was Blue

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