Cliché - Madeline Juno

You cannot not know that you’re turning my heart to stone

You cannot not know that you cut me down to the bone

I flew a thousand miles just to see your face

Got paper and a pen, bared my heart right there on the page

Yeah, you cannot not know

And, oh, oh, show me that you got a pulse

Show me that you bleed

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I’m afraid to ask if you wanna be with me

I’m afraid to ask if you wanna

It’s so cliché

I’m spilling my guts like it’s Valentine’s Day

When you get your shit together, it’ll be too late

You cannot not know I’ve been waiting here by the phone

But when your number comes up I just act like I’m not at home

I could distract myself with somebody else

Just get drunk and end up in some cheap motel, but I won’t

Man, you cannot not know

It’s so cliché

I’m spilling my guts like it’s Valentine’s Day

When you get your shit together it’ll be too late

It’s so cliché, cliché

If I’m being honest and if I’m being true

I just want you to know I have cried for you

If I’m being honest, how’s it you don’t see

That I’m afraid to ask if you wanna be with me?

It’s so cliché

I’m spilling my guts like it’s Valentine’s Day

When you get your shit together, it’ll be too late

It’s so cliché, cliché

When you get your shit together, it’ll be too late