loose screws

i think i know you, but i am not sure of that yet
so come with me, and we can clear the blur confusing us
the world will be laid out in front of us like blankets
with only ourselves and needing no one to trust

i don't know anything but the truth, and it distracts me
it tells me its secrets softly into my ear, and i never agree
the truth stares at me with a disgusting look in its eyes
i'll cover it with the blanket laid out for us, and continue to deny

there are no stars for us, i happened to eat it all
they exploded in my mouth and had themselves quite a brawl
you look at me with clear displeasure and expect an apology
but i do what i think is right; i learned it in psychology
i failed that class

my conscience tried to straighten out my distorted mind
i thanked it kindly but i simply declined
the loose screws in my head kept me alive and well
and besides, i've hated science all my life
take off the con-, and what does it spell?

the visibly discontent look on your face caught my attention
you won't talk to me at all, and i hate all this unnecessary tension
so i took out a piece of paper, wrote ideas, and simply improvised
i took out my sharpie and drew a smile over your frown
and now i must admit, you look quite nice