I need to break this off

Blurred concepts
Dancing across my mind
Mind-numbing conspiracies,
That I don't understand

Four is not my favorite number,
And no I think your hair is fine.
Yes your shirt is nice, and
No, I don't like Greek food.

What's with all these bogus questions?
What's with all the pressured answers?
They don't make sense.
It's like telling me that
Eight plus three equals two.
It doesn't work
I know it doesn't work.
It could never work,
And unfortunately for you,
Neither do we.