Pressure Builds

{subtle vinyl static, atmospheric pitch-shifted guitar loop} Yeah,

we always said

we'd make

it past the starting line.

But the climb just changes shape every single time.

{muffled lofi filter, soft kick drum tap} Seventeen,

thought the world was mine to take Every move we made felt

like a monumental break Now the rent is due,

and the twenty-somethings fade Trading dreams for a steady hand and promises

we made But I still see the spark under the heavy rain

Just a different kind of growth through a different kind of pain

(keep walking)

It gets better, yeah,

that's what they always say

But the seasons shift and wash the dust away

Through the winter cold,

through the summer heat

There's a promise waiting down this lonely street

{soaring warm analog synth swell} (just hold on) Now I'm staring at

thirty and the mirror looks back Fewer friends on the road,

more weight on the track We spent the youth chasing things we

didn't need Now we're just trying to cultivate the seed It's a

slower burn, it's a quiet fight Trying to find a little grace

in the fading light

{hollow snare snap} It gets better,

yeah, that's what they always say

But the seasons shift and wash the dust away

Through the winter cold,

through the summer heat

There's a promise waiting down this lonely street {soaring warm analog synth

swell}

(just hold on) {drums drop out,

leaving only the Rhodes and guitar loop} Every stage,

every year, yeah.

We just gotta breathe through it.

It gets better.

(hummmm) {fade out}