Cliché lyrics

Oh it’s so cliché Oh it’s so cliché Cliché Cast in gold Your heart’s so cold Eyes once passionate were dead sea scrolls of shame A rose by another name wasn’t the same Picks and bones and Glass house stones Vows both imminent and threadbare so when I sing, I shout But the words never make it out Oh it’s so cliché To look and act the same Oh it’s so cliché in the vision of everyone To look and act the same when we were so different Bless my soul Mallards in a row Nights endeavoring the fair-hand folk arise Girls who should realize, better than I Such typical Whims of the fall All were the wrong thing Well I sing I shout But the words never make it out Oh it’s so cliché Well I sing, I shout Well I sing, I shout Well I sing, I shout Well I sing, I shout But the words never make it out Oh it’s so cliché To look and act the same Oh it’s so cliché in the vision of everyone To look and act the same when we were so different Oh it’s so cliché in the vision of everyone To look and act the same when we were so different