Dial a Cliche

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-cliché)
«grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!»
(dial-a-cliché)
Dial-a-cliché
Dial-a-cliché
But the person underneath
Where does he go?
Does he slide by the wayside?
Or … does he just die?
And you find that you’ve organised
Your feelings, for people
Who didn’t like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say:
«do as I do and scrap your fey ways»
(dial-a-cliché)
«grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!»
(dial-a-cliché)
«the safe way is the only way !
There’s always time to change, son !»
I’ve changed
But I’m in pain !
Dial-a-cliché