Mike Nolan’s Long Weekend ft. Dom Fox

I wish I had the words to say, but when I do, I second-guess it

The pressure causes stress, it makes my head spin

I feel like I'm expected to have an honest answer

For every single question I'm presented with

It's a hard thing to cope with

Lack of perception when it comes to basic human error

Flames that we've stoked with

Kindling derived from the mistakes that almost

Every person's made

The anxiety has me hiding in a cave

It's hard to show my face when I am

Judged on every step I take

The weight that's thrown onto my shoulders

Makes me want to hide away

A thinly veiled attempt to call for help

They would never get it

I bet they take it in a different way

They don't have to live it

A bottled message, but without an ounce of context

A lack of presence in the life that I live

Every single day

Guess it's the price I pay

When I'm put on display

There is no escape

Notoriety, it makes me feel insane

The anxiety has me hiding in a cave

It's hard to show my face when I am

Judged on every step I take

The weight that's thrown onto my shoulders

Makes me want to hide away

A thinly veiled attempt to call for help

They would never get it

I bet they take it in a different way

They don't have to live it

A bottled message, but without an ounce of context

A lack of presence in the life that I live

Do they understand my pain?

Come to your own conclusion after a single glance

Decide my whole persona without a single chance

The underlying message fumbled in the hands

Of people unwilling to fight or understand

It's hard to show my face when I am

Judged on every step I take

The weight that's thrown onto my shoulders

Makes me want to hideaway

A thinly veiled attempt to call for help

They would never get it

I bet they take it in a different way

They don't have to live it

A bottled message but without an ounce of context

A lack of presence in the life that I live every fuckin' day