PRESSURE

You told me 'bout your future

You told me 'bout your past too

Told me every reason, that I should look right past you

I can't recall the reason, why I began to ask you

Do you know the difference between love and attachment

So many late nights, so many nights out

It's so many fights with your dear mother that I lost count

You say you need space

But you come into my place

Are you really coming down or just running away