Pressure from HEALTHYSELF by Cooper Henderson

I keep packing it in
I don't know where it's all going
It's getting under my skin
And putting pins in my bones
I try to palate the pain
So I can lift the load
But it's a mallet to brain
I ham-a-hammer it home
Until it's written in stone
All I know is
Pressure

I blew right through a speed trap
Now I'm chained to a ball
They stuck a gun to my kneecap
And my back to the wall
A tall order to fill
I'm feeling powerful small
I've got an internal bleeding
And a falling systolic
I'm a half-empty, bottled-up
Workaholic
Pressure

I'd love to move to a jungle
Free of war and disease
Pick up where we left off
200,000 BC
Nothing better to do
Just she and me
Maybe sample some apples
Make some pants out of leaves
By the sweat of my brow
I'm doing everything now
Pressure

• Alternative
• Americana
• Blues
• Indie
• Songwriter
• Huntington