Old Business, New Goals

Yeah, yeah, I know
I heard it all befo’
Recycling same-ol-same-ol’s
Like treasures plentiful
Put your worries down
Wearing me out
Draining me now
Why-oh-why
Can’t you let it lie

Heard it, said it, don’t repeat it
Meet it, beat it, flog that horse
Of course you know that beast is dead
But still you worry your lil head
Leave it be, let it die
Buried under watchful eyes
Knowing full-well nothing will
Happen despite bitterness
And ill

Sorry baby, patience gone
Never meant to piss you off
But long ago I heard this stuff
And old and old this stuff ain’t done
Wish you’d chill and realize
That despite your angry rants and awe
Your niceness does antagonize
The neighbors’ foolish pissing-fits
And shit

Do us all a favor, ‘kay?
Put away your hurtful glare
I know your anger ain’t at me
Even with the tension in
Your voice.  Make choices based
On wisdom, prudence, and
Sanctity.  And if you need a
Helping hand, I’ll lend a plan.

As long as you aren’t watching me