Lambchop - My Cliché lyrics

I type at will? Knobby nose Take my pillow when I'm well Ain't I nice? You see it's mind over meal And it's trying still If you're trying for me Maybe you could try And listen to my cliché And I said you You got these pictures You know them each as each other 'Cause I'm kind of ashamed To be leavin' all I've gained Here she be leavin' me nice Way beyond this sacrifice My cliché Bring me a vodka on ice Even I can't pay that price I've got these pictures of you Being nice at the same time My cliché I've been talking to you And I've been talking to you Quick there goes my mind Dry bones and blisters It's these little things, little things That made me cry Leave me at will It's these little things we all feel I've got something to say And it will not go away My cliché