Needle & Thread

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