Pins and Needles - Mutemath

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 afire 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, I’m one of them

Oh, why must I work so hard

Just so I can feel like the noble ones?

Obligations to my heart are gone

Superficial lines explain it all

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles

Facades are afire on the skin

And 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 afire 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, I’m one of them