Needle & Thread Lyrics

I pick up my needle my thread and my pen and my pad

'Cause I know I got something to prove

But I'm getting that out of my head

'Cause my mom and my dad gonna love me whatever I do

See I got a mission a plan but I still understand

They'll be with me wherever I move

Learned how to loosen my hand because everything pass

And now I got nothing to lose

I pick up my needle my thread and my pen and my pad

'Cause I'm happiest when I create

Pick up new hobbies and drop them

Replace them and swap them before the end of the day

Used to think that was a problem

Way too many options but never did seem to escape

I put way too much on my plate

But I love it I think that it's great

I pick up my needle and thread

I pick up my needle and thread

I pick up my needle and thread

I pick up my needle and thread

I write to try and right some wrongs

I write apologies in songs

I should of said all that in person

Nowadays it's been too long

I write to try and ease my conscious

Justify it if it rhymes

I like to write about my problems

Never talk and never cry

I was lying to my therapist

Would tell him I was cool

Then go write songs about depression

In a field ditching school

Like whoah whoah

Wait wait

Write when I get sad because it's nice to know that

Pretty things can grow from something bad

And I'm just

Tryna make money off art

Then just make art and not worry about money

Tryna make money off art

Then just make art and not worry about money

Tryna make money off art

Then just make art and not worry about money

Tryna make money off art

Then just make art and not worry about money

I pick up my needle and thread

I pick up my needle and thread

I pick up my needle and thread

When I'm stressed

In my head

When I'm feeling left for dead

Just rotting in my bed

I pick up my needle and thread

Or when I'm hurt

Unassured

Feeling anxious in the dirt

'Cause nothing that I do seems to work

I pick up my needle and thread

And put 5% tints

On the windows to my soul

'Cause I'll never let them in

Or let them see what I don't show

Sew my patchwork mind

Into pretty little things

With my needle and thread

Made of broken glass and dreams