Pressure লিরিক্স

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