alden: is there a poster of me

on your wall

with short-short shorts or zipped down jeans?

do you look up at night

and wish you were me,

under the stage under hot lights?

are you visceral viscous?

do you wanna make love to my sweet visage?

and then pretend...it's you it's you it's you



nick:  i wrote you a letter

to become a member

of your fan club

but all i got in the mail was

return to sender



alden: i was a child star, it wasn't easy



nick:  well i'm a child now, and you broke my heart