I have an ex-girlfriend who says,
I'm the reason she's a whore,
As if my lack of attention found a way,
To make her dress hit his floor.

A former friend that claims,
I'm the reason for his short comings,
As if his drug ridden mind,
Is not why he's failing.

Something tells me that you are not impressed,
With my star wars tshirt, or black rimmed glasses,
The ability to quote, poetry on a whim,
Especially Bukowski, Darling are you turned on yet?

I have a mom and dad that say,
I need to learn to call more often,
As if there's still hope I'll find,
Hope in a normal life.

My dad just smiles and says,
I need to learn to be more social,
They try and try, I swear they try,
I'm still a FUCKING letdown.