Drawing Pins

Every light is blinding

Every minute lasts all day

Every thought is fighting

They're not falling into place

I'm held down by drawing pins

They pierce the skin

Lights are on but one's in

When you talk

I don't feel like I belong here at all

Tell me what you did it,

what you did it, what you did it for

Cos I can't figure it out

I could use some Magick

C'mon Crowley, let me in

I'm held down by drawing pins

They pierce the skin

I try not to fall asleep

When you talk

I don't think I belong here at all

What do I have to do

To be loved, loved by you