Dial a Cliché

Further into the fog I fall Well, I was just following you When you said do as I do and scrap your fey ways Dial a cliche Grow up, be a man and shut your mealy mouth Dial a cliche, dial a cliche But the person underneath, where does he go? Does he slide by the wayside or just die? And you find that you've organized your feelings for people Who didn't like you then and don't like you now Yet you say do as I do and scrap your fey ways Dial a cliche Grow up, be a man and shut your mealy-mouth Dial a cliche The safe way is the only way There's always time to change some I've changed but I'm in pain