Baby, You're a Cliché.

I see you at a show
Dancing with your friends
But, what I didn't know
Is where your influences lend
I wanted to approach you
And say "Hey"
It's what I couldn't do
Baby, you're a cliché

You seemed fine at first
From across the room
Your kind is just the worst
I knew it would be doomed
Chest piece, nose ring
Brass knuckles, Sixx haircut
What's with that?
You're easily summed up.

I see you at a show
Dancing with your friends
But, what I didn't know
Is where your influences lend
I wanted to approach you
And say "Hey"
It's what I couldn't do
Baby, you're a cliché

After the show
I go home
Thinking about where you can go!
Writing a song about tonight alone
About a girl I've never met
and secretly mock
Like a shot to head
I go into shock

I'm a cliché
I'm a cliché!
Writing songs about some girl
How I wish to be in her world
I'm a cliché
I'm a cliché!
Writing up-tempo songs
about how everything's gone wrong

I never see you again
I write a song about that
The one that got away
So, I'll have my little spat
I wish I would've said "Hey"
But, it's too late now
Baby, I'm the cliché