I never wanted sand in my shoes
Spacing, overlacing
Frivolous weight, the steady misuse
Walks til dawn have left it growing restless
And a little loose
And a little loose
I'm still searching through the back of my mind
Pulling threads, stitching thoughts of mine
Why do
So many fates come in two?
I'm on it, I'm off it, looking to cash out
I'm on it, I'm off it, looking to pass out
I'm on it, I'm off it
All of this has fed into
Pressing the issue
Everyday
Pressing the issue
Can't get out of the way
Pressing the issue
Right along
Pressing the issue
Carrying on
Pressing the issue
Am I wrong
Pressing the issue
Am I wrong?
Every cell inside me seeks to resist
Every selfish standard door to door pitch
Money knocks but I can't let her talk when
I'm pressing as hard as this
I'm on it, I'm off it, looking to cash out
I'm on it, I'm off it, looking to pass out
I'm on it, I'm off it
All of this has fed into
Pressing the issue
Everyday
Pressing the issue
Out of the way
Pressing the issue
Right along
Pressing the issue
Carrying on
Pressing the issue
Am I wrong
Pressing the issue
Am I wrong?
