You're The Wanker, If Anyone Is

Say Anything · In Defense Of The Genre [2007]

With you out of my life skies are blue and love is real and true

You fugly brat! ('fraidy cat!)

Who ever thought shit could shine like that?

So glad you stabbed my back

(The blade when I turned my back)



Go away!

I'm through with you and all the games you put me through

You're old and slow. I'm fast and new

Go away!

I'm through with you



Your eyes - they convey all I despise with one glazed glance in my direction

Go grow some balls!

I'll think of you when your momma calls in just her under-alls

I'll photograph your descent, your fall

When you bitch, and beg and crawl



Go away!

I'm through with you

Don't you tell me what to do!

And all the games you put me through

Go away!

I'm through with you



Please, just leave, you mean nothing more than nothing now to me

Please, just leave, you mean nothing more, you mean nothing to me



Go away!

I'm through with you and all the games you put me through

You're old and slow. I'm fast and new

Go away!

I'm through with you



Go fuck yourself