All this pressure to choose a future when you're a kid one day,   Then the next they expect you to be all grown up   All this pressure to choose a future is like a freight train,   Speeding at my head.   If you don't choose you're future's dead.      Still too young to start my life   You stab at me with your pressure knife   Whether in 2 years or when I'm 45,   It's still up to me when and where I decide      YOUR FUCKING PRESSURE