I am?

I am
in love with a hundred different people.
If you could outsource all your daydreams,
You could store them in my database,
Installed at the bar at your workplace,
Download and decompress to my face.

I am
Forced to settle with being lonely,
To accept that I’m a just a postcard,
But I’m content with being at least invited
To draw with your crayons that I’ve cited
To hear your music loudly on my right end.

I am
Driving down the parkway
With the thought that maybe someday
I’ll meet the family that lives at
The house whose street address contains that
Number that corresponds to my birthday.

I am
holding my eyes up to the mirror,
To watch that house pass my car door
I think that family could like me,
If we arranged some kind of meeting,
And I’d tell them about your daydreams.

I am
Concerned that I can’t hope for,
The day that you’ll settle down and
In that wormy brain you’ll realize
Finding love is harder than anything else,
Its not something you read from a book on a shelf.

I am
Sorry that you want me to be
Something that I can’t be,
‘Cause I’m on a hundred year repeat,
I can’t think just like you think,
But I’ll still be here until you stop me.