Cliché

(albüm: Thrill Seeker - 2020)

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 fucking 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