Well, I've not posted here in like, ever. So here's one me and my mate Tom wrote about half an hour ago. We've both had chunks of lyrical ideas lying around for ages, we wrote the verses 50/50 more or less, and I came up with the bridge part whilst Tom did the chorus. So after putting our heads together, here's the outcome; all feedback, good or bad, would be welcome. Clever In Cliché So tip the Waiter a little more than a smile Because I promise this meal won't come for free, baby Take your time while that bastard bleeds his chest bare, Beacuse to be frank, his aorta will never care. You think you're so... Clever in Cliché. You want me to eat my words, you say. Well, baby, think I was right yet? When I said... 'You're the best thing to regret.' Dancing danger in the hallway, dodging doom off the floor, Smoke begins to choke us and I can't find the door. She's lost her taste for liquor, now she's moving for my neck, They always said Promiscuity seemed so cynical, but what do you expect? Red-light romance, in this district of whores? Love is but a myth here, a tall tale you can't afford. You think you're so... Clever in Cliché. You want me to eat my words, you say. Well, baby, think I was right yet? When I said... 'You're the best thing to regret.' 'You're the best thing to regret.' 'You're the best thing to regret.' 'You're the best thing to regret.' 'You're the best thing to regret.' So now, when you take him home, Excuses, excuse me? Exoecutioner. So now, when you take him home, Wonder if you'll leave the lights on? So tip the waiter a little more than a smile Because I promise this meal won't come for free, baby Take your time while that bastard bleeds his chest bare, Beacuse to be frank, his aorta will never care. You think you're so... Clever in Cliché. You want me to eat my words, you say. Well, baby, think I was right yet? When I said... 'You're the best thing to regret.' 'Excuse me, Waiter? She'll be leaving here alone...'