"cliché" text

I'm so sick of feeling sorry for myself
Even my therapist
He's sick of me as well
I don't know anyone
Who can get over anyone like you

I heard you're in town
So I do breakfast down at Jonas
Cause they make the pancakes
Like we made them back at home
But they don't taste as sweet
Sweet like you
And I keep thinking

What would happen
If I showed up at her hotel lobby?
What would happen
If I went to change her mind?
Could you imagine
If all I had to say
In some way, a cliche, like stay

I sat there for hours, hoping maybe you'd arrive
When the door opened, my heart skipped one... every time
I don't think you will show
I pay up and grab my coat
Then saw you showed up 15 minutes later

What would happen
If I showed up at her hotel lobby?
What would happen
If I went to change her mind?
Now could you imagine
If all I had to say
In some way, a cliche, like stay

It was beautiful
It was beautiful
Now could you stay

It was wonderful
It was beautiful
Now could you stay

It was beautiful
It was wonderful
Now could you stay