Cliché

Clichés everywhere
But we don’t care
But we don’t care at all, no
You’re getting stale, you’re blue
But you can’t spare
But you can’t spare the trouble.

Dysfunctional family
You live in the suburbs
One child, no siblings
You have a strict mother.

You want a new face
You want a new face
Oh, oh.

You’re constantly bored and alone
No new friends
You can’t think you’re depressed
But you can’t find the meanings.

It’s not just a phase, huh
It’s a lifestyle, just wave
Oh, oh.

Clichés everywhere
But we don’t care
But we don’t care at all, no
You’re getting stale, you’re blue
But you can’t spare
But you can’t spare the trouble.

You buy roses on your first date
You wanna make her laugh just to soften her face
She doesn’t really talk much
Compliment her good looks
Next you know, you’re fuckin’ on the couch, no foreplay.

You’re fucking cliché
You had a bad day
You walk home in the rain and feel emotionally drained
You wanna feel the cold tide
Mix it with some red wine
Waiting for a call back from the ‘maginary friend line
Yeah.

Clichés everywhere
But we don’t care
But we don’t care at all, no
You’re getting stale, you’re blue
But you can’t spare
But you can’t spare the trouble.

We like long walks on the beach
And sand beneath our feet
Got a damsel in distress
And a hero to make the leap
Love triangle at its best
Case of mistaken identity
You think you’re all original
But you’ll never be unique.

Clichés everywhere
But we don’t care
But we don’t care at all, no
You’re getting stale, you’re blue
But you can’t spare
But you can’t spare the trouble.