Original Cliche

"All your fresh ideas are stolen
And your road less traveled by
Is just a worn out path broken in
With the blind leading the blind
You’re a pioneer of nothing
‘cause you reinvent the wheel
That’s been reinvented
a million times before you came along
You’re like a broken record song

You can blame it on your daddy
For the role he never played
You can curse the ground he walked upon
And choose to walk the same
Neglecting those who love you
While you trust the ones who don’t
And you smoke the grass that’s greener
‘til it all goes up in flames
And you’re too far gone to change

But the price of being cool
Is to make the same mistakes
You’re story’s nothing new
Just an original cliché

You say that no one understands you
So you walk the world alone
Trying so hard to be different
That you’re really just a clone
In a community of loners
Like a blindfold to the eyes
So you don’t recognize
The chalky human outline on the floor
That says it’s all been done before

‘cause the price of being cool
Is to make the same mistakes
You’re story’s nothing new
Just an original cliché

You see it takes time for the circle
To make its way around
All that stuff you’re getting high on
Will only bring you down

'cause the price of being cool
Is to make the same mistakes
You’re story’s nothing new
Just an original cliché"

(Andy Gullahorn)