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?