i smile too hard in social situations to make up for the fact that i've sorted through my every thought and can't find anything of interestΒ to say and i blush at every compliment i receive because i'm too embarrassed to disagree you see I'm kind of vapid but it's only because I can't control the voice inside my head I'm not crazy, unfortunately I'm just overly self aware and i want you to know that we are stardust but you're only interested in superstars and I'm only interested in companionship so I'll entertain you with magic tricks I want friends **** their *** but women judge me too harshly and men don't judge me on the right things they like my mind, but abuse my body i only care for souls for records and old pictures of kids in bulky glasses neon bellbottoms and flower power wallpaper plastering the walls of an alternate universe where i may blossom and open up like a flower in the rain
last line is from one of my favorites by bukowski. i wasn't expecting to use it but it seemed to tie everything up nicely.