Paperback Cliché by Tara Blaise Lyrics

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
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
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
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
You come around, you turn me round and how

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
You come around, you turn me round and how