Clip vidéo

the format- i'm ready, i am
Regarder le vidéoclip de {trackName} par {artistName}

Apparaît dans

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Format
The Format
Interprète
Sam Means
Sam Means
Piano
R. Walt Vincent
R. Walt Vincent
Basse
Goffrey Moore
Goffrey Moore
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nate Ruess
Nate Ruess
Paroles/Composition
Sam Means
Sam Means
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Aaron Lepley
Aaron Lepley
Assistance d’ingénierie
Austen Lund
Austen Lund
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Glines
Mike Glines
Assistance d’ingénierie
R. Walt Vincent
R. Walt Vincent
Production
Josh Turner
Josh Turner
Production
Tom Rothrock
Tom Rothrock
Ingénierie de mixage
Michael Tarantino
Michael Tarantino
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out