Tara Blaise Paperback Cliche
Here it comes again,
Another happy end,
And I’m tripping over empty promises
Trying to make amends.
Can you see me now,
Can you read between the lines,
Did you think that we would make it or break it
Or make it or break it with time?
I was so lonely every day,
I was a paperback cliché but I put it down,
I put it down to me,
I was a desperado
Dreading to see tomorrow but you come around,
You turn me round and how.
Did you really know?
Or did you feel like letting go?
Did you think that you could make it better,
Take it nice and slow?
All the signs are clear,
It’s better when you’re here,
And I think that we can make it, not break it,
We’ll make it not break it with time.
I was so lonely every day,
I was a paperback cliché but I put it down,
I put it down to me,
I was a desperado
Dreading to see tomorrow but you come around,
You turn me round and how.
Did you really know or did you feel like letting go?
Did you think that you could make it better?
Take it slow,
Well I put it down, I put it down to me.
I was so lonely every day,
I was a paperback cliché but I put it down,
I put it down to me,
I was a desperado
Dreading to see tomorrow but you come around,
You turn me round and how.
