The Format - "I'm Ready, I Am" [Live at the Mayan Theatre]

Live at the Mayan Theatre features Dog Problems performed in its entirety as well as favorites from Interventions & Lullabies & Swans. On February 4th, the entire film is available at Amazon Prime and audio available at all digital outlets. For tour dates, visit: https://theformat.com Order Live At The Mayan on limited edition colored vinyl here: https://theformatmerch.com Follow The Format: Facebook:   / theformat   Instagram:   / theformat   Twitter:   / theformat   YouTube:    / theformatlivingroom   Web: https://theformat.com CREDITS Directed by Sam Erickson Produced by Ciara Lacy Additional editing and trailer by Mike Gill LYRICS 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 gets harder When living life from a script 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 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 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, cause It's always some excuse Too tired, too obtuse You look so far removed This time I fear I'm losing you (for good) 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 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 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 feel I'm just not getting through