The Awkward Romance – Calender Day Cliché lyrics

Verse 1:
Books and covers, and pigeon holes. Walk through the door, ears burning. Already in a box, wheels turning. Preconceived notions, and quiet whispers.
Chorus:
Judge me on what I say, judge me on my everyday, judge me on yesterday I'll never be Your calender day cliché. Judge me on what I say, judge me on my everyday, judge me on yesterday I'll never be Your calender day cliché.
Verse 2:
Mohawks and dyes, are nothing but lies. I don't wear Dickies, or have any piercings. And I even forgot what emo meant, what it was, and what it is, and how it defines this Giver and this gift.
(Chorus)
I'll never be Your, I'll never be Your, I'll never be Your, I'll never be Your.
I even forgot what emo meant (I'll never be Your). What it was, what it is (I'll never be Your). How it defines this Giver and in this gift (be Your, be Your)
(chorus) After all, music's emotion, after all, music's emotion. After all, music's emotion, music's emotion. After all, music's emotion, after all, music's emotion. After all, music's emotion, music's emotion.
After all, music's emotion, after all, music's emotion, after all, music's emotion, music's emotion.