song of today

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

because 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've seen the looks I just received
I need a reason to let go
an intervention, or a lullaby
something to cure me, please believe me

I'm ready, I am - The Format