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.

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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