The Format - "Tie The Rope" [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 in envy of addicts, you're obsessed with stars
Don't, don't you sound so excited
Showing me your vanity
Whisper it once, just a little bit
Come on, whisper it twice
I can't stand to see the spotlight shine
One more night
It's killing me to see you

Just tie the rope
Oh, and kick the chair
Just leave me hanging there
Gasping for air, yeah
Don't mind me
Three feet from the ceiling

You'd rather watch me drown
Then see your hands get wet
You took the plot from stage to screen
And turned it to an epic scene
So, whisper it once, tell me again
Come on, whisper it twice
I can't stand to see my whole life flash before my eyes
When I'm with you, there's
No point in breathing
No point in breathing

Just tie the rope
Oh, and kick the chair
Just leave me hanging there
Gasping for air, yeah
Don't mind me
Three feet from the ceiling

I think I know, whoa, whoa
Why you never get too close
It's 'cause you're too scared to
When I'm with you there's
No point in breathing

So, so you run away for no apparent reason
'Cause you and I are changing with the seasons
You give me an answer as to why you're leaving
The table's full
No one's been dealing so fold your hand
Go on and fold your hand

Just tie the rope
Oh, and kick the chair
Just leave me hanging there
Gasping for air, yeah
Don't mind me
Three feet from the ceiling

I think I know, whoa, whoa
Why you never get too close
It's 'cause you're too scared to
When I'm with you there's
No point in breathing

No point in breathing
No point in breathing