PSI

I’m like a tire, that pounds per square inch, yea all the pressure builds, and I can’t stand it. I’m gonna explode, I’m an experiment, you blew me up too much, inflated and elated.

You, make, me, feel so happy. The pressure is turned up, I’m feeling a little suss.

I’m under pressure now, lot of force up on me and I’m fading out, as I lay me down to sleep I think about if we lived together, just you and I, and it’s turning up my P S I.

Come check me out, see what’s up with it, my dashboard’s lighting up, t s check engine. You know I’m unc, I’m classic to the core, but I function more like a modern automatic.

You, make, me, feel so happy. The pressure is turned up, Oh baby I’m so in love.

I’m under pressure now, lot of force up on me and I’m fading out, as I lay me down to sleep I think about if we lived together, just you and I, and it’s turning up my P S I.

I’m the tire, you’re the gauge, oh boy you drive me crazy, but I drive you insane. So stick around, see where this leads, I won’t let go of you, if you don’t let go of me.

I’m under pressure now, lot of force up on me and I’m fading out, as I lay me down to sleep I think about if we lived together, just you and I, and it’s turning up my P S I.