Needles in Your Pockets - Michelle Blades

All my neighbours hate me

They don’t give a fuck who I am

Last time I was happy

Was sleeping in the cellar at my best friend’s

And you’re getting your doctorates

Well I could use a doctor right about now

There’s needles in your pockets

No place to hide them anymore

I’m trying to control you

I’m trying to control my fucking mouth

I think they’ve got it figured

That I don’t have it figured out

Trying to stay good

Trying to say all of the right words

I’ll just stay silent

I see that always works