Blah, Blah, Blah: Blah, Blah, Blah

The words go in,

They come right back out.

All that nasty trash

Spewing from your mouth.

  

You think you’re always right,

But you don’t have a clue.

The problem isn’t me.

It is – quite simply – you.

  

Yelling, screaming,

Crying, steaming.

Old junk, new junk.

In a funk ‘cause you’re a punk.

  

I tell you how

My emotions are raw.

But all you ever hear

Is blah, blah, blah.

  

You come over

And stomp all around.

I’ve just got to tell you –

You look like a clown.

  

You lie and point fingers.

You swear you’re not to blame.

I’ve heard it all before.

Now it’s tired and lame.

  

Begging, pleading,

Crying, misleading.

Apologize and dry your eyes.

But I ain’t buying that old guise.

  

You tell me how

Your back’s against a wall.

All I hear?

Blah, blah, blah.

  

Yeah, your life is perfect.

Okay, so you’re a saint.

But I’m here to tell you –

Perfection you ain’t.

  

(optional verse)

I wash my hands of this.

I leave you to your fate.

I won’t impose on you

The presense you so hate.

  

I keep on walking

While you bellow and bawl.

Know what I hear?

You got it.

Blah, blah, blah!