[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