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