My Cliché Songtext / Lyric

I type at will?

Knobby nose

Take my pillow when I'm well

Ain't I nice?

You see it's mind over meal

And it's trying still



If you're trying for me

Maybe you could try

And listen to my cliché

And I said you

You got these pictures






You know them each as each other

'Cause I'm kind of ashamed

To be leavin' all I've gained

Here she be leavin' me nice

Way beyond this sacrifice

My cliché



Bring me a vodka on ice

Even I can't pay that price

I've got these pictures of you

Being nice at the same time

My cliché



I've been talking to you

And I've been talking to you

Quick there goes my mind

Dry bones and blisters

It's these little things, little things

That made me cry



Leave me at will

It's these little things we all feel

I've got something to say

And it will not go away

My cliché