I'm Ready, I Am - The Format

I’m nicotine, I’m coming clean

I fooled the crowd when I made it sound like I was more then ready

Strike up the band, deprive my sleep cause there’s no love like apathy

The bell that tolls rings loud enough that it should have woke us up

I’m trying to find truth

in words, in rhymes, in notes,

in all the things I wish I’d wrote

'cause I feel like I’ve been losing you

I read your last entry

Over-privileged kids keep crying

The need to fit in is harder when living life from a screen

Old classmates please drop all your pens

Don’t write a word, 'cause I won’t reply

And I’m not bitter,

no it’s just I’ve passed that point in my life

Each night it ends too soon

you don’t hold me like you used to

and your eyes look like they’ve seen too much

It’s always some excuse

Too tired, too obtuse

you look so far removed,

this time I fear I’m losing you

I’m nicotine,

I’m a cash machine

I’m the color green

and you should have seen the looks I just received

I need a reason to let go

An intervention,

a lullaby,

something to cure me please believe me