Mutemath - Pins and Needles lyrics

rate me

Paper thin conviction,

Turning another page,

Plotting how to build myself to be

Everything that I am not at all.

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,

Facades are a fire on the skin.

And I'm growing fond of broken people,

As I see that I am one of them.

I'm one of them.

Oh, why must I work so hard,

Just so I can feel like the nobles ones?

Obligations to my heart are gone,

Superficial lines explain it all.

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,

Facades are a fire on the skin.

Oh, I'm growing fond of broken people,

As I see that I am one of them.

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,

Facades are a fire on the skin.

Oh, and I'm growing fond of broken people,

As I see that I am one of them.

I'm one of them.