Needle and Thread

Could be the news I see

Making a mess of me

Maybe I'm wrong

I can't help but wonder, though

If I should have been aware of this all along

Get up, get up, I know you're just fucking around

Enough, enough, it's all an act, isn't it?

Or am I just day drinking way too much?

Not making sense enough

Stuck in my head

Caught in the echo chamber

Safe in the choir with the rest of my friends

Get up, get up, I know you're just fucking around

Enough, enough, it's all an act, isn't it?

Talking to who, are they talking?

I can't tell at all

Watching the paint as it peels from the cracks of my wall

But, ooh, keep pushing me up

Ain't it so strange, it all changes

This world keeps pushing me up

Get up, get up, I know you're just fucking around

Get up, get up, I know you're just fucking around

Get up, get up, I know you're just fucking around

Enough, enough, it's all an act, isn't it?