Pressure - Quiet Hollers

I can’t stand the pressure

I’ve seen greater men than me, the lesser

Make a horrible mess, sir

Paint the headboard red, lord

Just ‘cause it was right there in the dresser- so easy

Pick me up, kiss me, and you squeeze me

I became a shadow of a picture

Hidden underneath a fiction

I became a man

Nobody ever told me what a man was

I found no solace in the scripture

Are we not all our fathers' sons?

I became a man

Nobody ever told me what a man was

I can’t take the pretense

Everybody working for the weekend

I can see their eyes and their pockets- they’re leaking

And all I hear is just white noise when they’re speaking

But I would never leave you, my love

There’s too much reverb on the voices in my head

I hear them singing but I can’t make out the words

Can something still sound like the truth

Under the layers of distortion?

I became a man

Nobody ever told me what a man was