Chris Lambert - Left On Lupin Lyrics

I signed
On the solid line
It got real
When it hit my mind
That the saving
And the paving
Were behind me
The taste...
Did my parents taste something stale
When they bought that place
With the treehouse
And the swing set
In the nineties?
I've never felt
So much pressure not to die
And us
With our self-employed artist deals
That we both enjoy
And a mortgage
That's like three times
What I'm pulling
But still
When we saw that yard
I got feels
In my debit card
It's the first place
And the last place
And we're rolling
I've never felt
So much pressure not to die
I've never felt
So much pressure not to die
But the frame is old
The door won't close
And there might be rats in the attic
And the chimney leaks
And the floorboards creak
But we like it
No, we love it
Gotta have it
I've never felt
So much pressure not to die
I've never felt
So much pressure not to die
She's got that smile
On her face, and so do I
But I've never felt
So much pressure not to die