Madeline Juno - Cliché lyrics
[Madeline Juno - Cliché lyrics]
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
And, oh, oh, show me that you got a pulse
Show me that you bleed oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm afraid to ask if you wanna be with me
I'm afraid to ask if you wanna
It's so cliché i'm spilling my guts like
It's Valentine's Day
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
It's so cliché i'm spilling my guts like
It's Valentine's Day
When you get your shit together
It'll be too late it's so cliché, cliché
If I'm being honest and if I'm being true
I just want you to know I have 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?
It's so cliché i'm spilling my guts like
It's Valentine's Day
When you get your shit together
It'll be too late it's so cliché, cliché
When you get your shit together
It'll be too late
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
And, oh, oh, show me that you got a pulse
Show me that you bleed oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm afraid to ask if you wanna be with me
I'm afraid to ask if you wanna
It's so cliché i'm spilling my guts like
It's Valentine's Day
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
It's so cliché i'm spilling my guts like
It's Valentine's Day
When you get your shit together
It'll be too late it's so cliché, cliché
If I'm being honest and if I'm being true
I just want you to know I have 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?
It's so cliché i'm spilling my guts like
It's Valentine's Day
When you get your shit together
It'll be too late it's so cliché, cliché
When you get your shit together
It'll be too late