Morning Suit Pressure

I button up slow

Like I’m sealing a seam

Black cloth on my shoulders

Heavy as it seems

The tie sits straight

Like a line on glass

I catch my face in the mirror

And let the moment pass

I take the stairs

One breath at a time

No room for the noise

I keep it inside

Morning suit pressure

Pulled on tight

Morning suit pressure

I wear it right

Morning suit pressure

Keep it neat

Morning suit pressure

From head to feet

The cuffs stay clean

But my hands stay full

Phone in my pocket

And the day starts to pull

I walk like it fits

Even when it bites

A polished frame

For the long, long nights

I take the stairs

One breath at a time

No room for the noise

I keep it inside

Morning suit pressure

Pulled on tight

Morning suit pressure

I wear it right

Morning suit pressure

Keep it neat

Morning suit pressure

From head to feet

If the floor starts sinking

I stay in my line

If the room gets colder

I hold what is mine

No word for the weight

I just carry it through

Morning suit pressure

Looks good on you

Morning suit pressure

Pulled on tight

Morning suit pressure

I wear it right

Morning suit pressure

Keep it neat

Morning suit pressure

From head to feet