it drives me nuts when people use clichés; and I'll
bet you dollars to doughnuts that it bugs the hell
out of you too

where do you draw the line?
how much can you take?

i know i should put my foot down; but i just turn
the other cheek and twiddle my thumbs

like the other day, i heard two friends shooting
the breeze

Tom: a penny for your thoughts
Dick: Harry kicked the bucket
Tom: but he was a healthy as a horse
Dick: and built like a truck
Tom: you got that straight
Dick: yeah he busted a gut
Tom: you're shitting me
Dick: no, he was trying to win one for the Gipper
Tom: I hate when that happens

yeah that's what went down

and when i heard all those clichés, i started
to lose it

on the outside i looked as cool as a cucumber,
like i didn't have a care in the world;

but on the inside i was like a Vesuvius, about to
blow my top

so rather than say something I'd regret later, i
made like a tree and leaved