Mild High

I'm tired of kicking myself when I'm down
'Cause I've already done that twice this week
And it's starting to affect the way I sleep

You're a master of pressuring me
Into things I don't want to do
Still, I do this all for you

We're not getting younger, I won't let myself believe
That I'm just a number that you wear on your sleeve
(Your photos and voicemails I can't delete)

You're a master of pressuring me
Into things I don't want to do
Still, I do this all for you
(1, 2, 3, 4!)



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Writer(s): Autumn You
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