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 is 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 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 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 [chorus]