Pressure Video (MV)

Blank eyed along the white page
Those fears I count on my age
Tasting the nights on my breath
I lose my speech
Slurred whispers pressed to my cheek, light
Still cool to be weak, right?
You loved it then

But I'm starting to doubt
That this is something I can't live without
Think I need to feel desperate
Not forming a habit

Can there be doubt
If this is worth it
Aren't you tired
I can't be the only one

Collected thoughts, connected streams
That pool and flood against the seams
Stretched out as a deadweight, no-one's home
Feel the pressure, hear it moan
With the lights out I'm alone
The beat of blood rush overblown
Sink to the city streets
Lay where fear and friction meet