I can’t stand the pressure
I’ve seen greater men than me, the lesser
Make a horrible mess, sir
Paint the headboard red, lord
Just ‘cause it was right there in the dresser– so easy
Pick me up, kiss me, and you squeeze me

I became a shadow of a picture
Hidden underneath a fiction
I became a man
Nobody ever told me what a man was
I found no solace in the scripture
Are we not all our fathers’ sons?
I became a man
Nobody ever told me what a man was

I can’t take the pretense
Everybody working for the weekend
I can see their eyes and their pockets– they’re leaking
And all I hear is just white noise when they’re speaking
But I would never leave you, my love

There’s too much reverb on the voices in my head
I hear them singing but I can’t make out the words
Can something still sound like the truth
Under the layers of distortion?
I became a man
Nobody ever told me what a man was