Pressure
Gleemer
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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
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Yesterday, like I’m not sorry?
I never said I meant it anyways
But it’s not about that