Drawing Pins (Nothing But Thieves)

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