Cliché
You cannot not know that you cut me down to the bone
I flew a thousand miles just to see your face
Got paper and a pen, bared my heart right there on the page
Yeah, you cannot not know (you cannot not know)
And oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Show me that you got a pulse
Show me that you bleed
Oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I'm afraid to ask if you wanna be with me
I'm afraid to ask if you wanna
It's so cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
I'm spilling my guts like it's Valentine's Day
Hey-hey-ey, yeah-eh-eh-ey
When you get your shit together, it'll be too late
You cannot not know I've been waiting here by the phone
But when your number comes up I just act like I'm not at home
I could distract myself with somebody else
Just get drunk and end up in some cheap motel, but I won't
Man, you cannot not know (man, you cannot not know)
It's so cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
I'm spilling my guts like it's Valentine's Day
Hey-hey-ey, yeah-eh-eh-ey
When you get your shit together it'll be too late
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
It's so cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
Cliché
If I'm being honest and if I'm being true
I just want you to know I've cried for you
If I'm being honest, how's it you don't see
That I'm afraid to ask if you wanna be with me
(If you wanna be with me)
It's so cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
I'm spilling my guts like it's Valentine's Day
Hey-hey-ey, yeah-eh-eh-ey
When you get your shit together it'll be too late
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
It's so cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
Cliché
Cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Cliché, yeah-eh-eh-ey
When you get your shit together, it'll be too late
Autor(es): David Juergens, Madeleine Obrigewitsch, Michael Hunter Ochs