Pressure from the back of my eyes
Tides are rolling high rolling high rolling high
Don’t ask me how I’m doing
“Fine”
Unless you want a little lie

Pressure from the back of my chest
Never let it rest let it rest let it rest
Don’t ask me what I’m thinking bout
What difference does it matter now

'Cause I'm a little used to thinking it should all be difficult
Otherwise you’re doing something wrong
I’m a little used to thinking pleasure is a privilege
Trouble is supposed to make me strong
Pressure's on

Winter is a place in my heart
Never let it out let it out let it out
I keep it safe to cool me down
The chills are natives in my spine

Words are coming out of your mouth
Little lifeboats they are here they are now
I wonder why it takes a while
Shouldn’t be hard to step inside

'Cause I'm a little used to thinking it should all be difficult
Otherwise you’re doing something wrong
I’m a little used to thinking pleasure is a privilege
Trouble is supposed to make me strong

I'm a little used to thinking it should all be difficult
Otherwise you’re doing something wrong
I’m a little used to thinking pleasure is a privilege
Trouble is supposed to make me strong

Pressure's on
Pressure's on
Pressure's on