Seven days left until the floodgates
Seven needles try to keep your neck straight
Have you been drinking from that mythological mug?
The one that's shaped like a dove
That you bought from that store on the corner
And now, I'm talking to myself again
I mean, it's really quite remarkable
That you can trick your mind and play pretend
I mean, that's only hypothetical
I put the pressure on
I keep running on
Towards the things I wanted
But now, I know I don't need them
Try to make it better with a cupcake (cupcake)
But life is so much better without constraints
It isn't criminal
It only softens the blow
Whatever opens the door
Whatever closes, it won't stop the bleeding
And now, I'm talking to myself again
No, it isn't that original
And if it's ends up being heaven sent
I'm gonna count my blessings
I put the pressure on
I keep running on
Towards the things I wanted
But now, I know I don't need them
No, I don't need them
Oh, no
I put the pressure on
And I keep running on
Towards the things I wanted
But now, I know I don't need them
