Cliché

You cannot not know that you're turning my heart to stone 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 --- Cliché - Madeline Juno