Texty: Format. Interventions and Lullabies. I'm Ready, I Am.

I'm nicotine

Im 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 wrote 'cause

I feel like I've been losing you



I read your last entry

Overprivelaged kids keep crying

The need to fit in gets 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



I'm trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in

All the things I wish I 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



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 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

Just not getting through