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