When you said
Dial-a-cliche
Do as I do and scrap your fey ways
I've changed but I'm in pain
But still you say
Dial-a-cliche
Dial-a-cliche
And you find that you've organized your feelings, for people
The safe way is the only way
Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth
Dial-a-cliche
But the person underneath where does he go?
Who didn't like you then and do not like you now
Do as I do and scrap your fey ways
Dial-a-cliche
Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth
There's always time to change
Does he slide by the wayside? Or does he just die?
Dial-a-cliche
