Pick up the phone
Do you feel the same?
Pressure me
Pressure me
I was never my own
I need you to stay
Pressure me
Pressure me

I still remember the holes in your sweater
And sweat from September
I should've known better but
I'm no type to bite like that
But you used to write right back
Love and trust the cul-de-sac
You know where to find me at
I know you put you before me
But that's no excuse to be boring
You the type to fight right back
You like to fall in love too fast
Tell me what's the point in that
When you won't even call me back

Pick up the phone
Do you feel the same?
Pressure me
Pressure me
I was never my own
I need you to stay
Pressure me
Pressure me

Take a breath, breathe it out
It'll be alright
I know you're stressed, comprehend
He ain't worth the time
Laying on the lawn, babe, I promise I've tried
Eyes are welling up, am I sad or just tired?
Bet you don't know
Bet you don't know
Bet you don't know
Bet you don't know

Pick up the phone
Do you feel the same?
Pressure me
Pressure me
I was never my own
I need you to stay
Pressure me
Pressure me

Pick up the phone
Do you feel the same?
Pressure me
Pressure me
I was never my own
I need you to stay
Pressure me
Pressure me