Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Format
Performer
Sam Means
Piano
R. Walt Vincent
Bass
Goffrey Moore
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Ruess
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Lepley
Assistant Engineer
Austen Lund
Assistant Engineer
Mike Glines
Assistant Engineer
R. Walt Vincent
Producer
Josh Turner
Producer
Tom Rothrock
Mixing Engineer
Michael Tarantino
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I'm nicotine
I'm coming clean
I fooled the crowd
When I made it sound like I was more than 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 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 id 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 coz
It's always some excuse
Too tired, too obtuse
You look so far removed
This time I fear I'm losing you for good
Im nicotine im a cash machine
Im the color green
And you shoulda seen the looks i just recieved
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 but
It's always some excuse
Too tired, too obtuse
You look so far removed
This time I fear I'm just not getting through
Writer(s): Eddie Robinson
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