Cliché

We all try to find love, answers to what's above, logic in what we dream of, and when push comes to shove, do we really need it?

Ambitions for life lost and found, feet on and off the ground, friends leave or stick around, and when things die we're bound, to question

Are we here are we there, is this life really fair when you strip it down bare, caught in a focused stare you think, should I really even care

About

All (of) these things that I say, the music for you that I play I wish there was a different way without sounding so cliché

Cliché… If I may, be cliché

All the signs that you've read, the world spins in your head when you lay down in bed, night is dead morning said, I'll try

All the love that you lost, was it worth what it cost, all the thoughts that you've tossed, aside with the ones

you used to live by

All these words in disguise, where the meaning soon dies, It's the day you realize, all the times that you've tried,

To understand

All (of) these things that I say, the music for you that I play, I wish there was a different way, without sounding so cliché

Cliché…If I may, be cliché