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