##Chorus 1##
In this world / I live in
Lie a great / many things
Gathered up /belongings
Old guitars / and strings

As I parse through the mess I guess I think it's best
That I ditch these photographs
I bet I'm crazy cause I can't distinguish 
The gold from the crap
~
##Verse 1##
That''s funny, that's a funny joke.
You look like the kinda kid I'd like to choke
Not choke as in strangle, maim or mangle
That's messed up, but it'd get me fame though

My M.O. is suffocate with love
Think about you and wonder if I'm enough
and you can bet when the going gets tough
I'll sure as hell have my pillows fluffed

I took a nap once and kinda dreamed
'n' the dream turned into a nightmare 
which turned into another nightmare
which was... pretty bad.

But I woke up and you were there
and you kinda tousled my ginger hair
and made me feel like
it would be alright
~
##Chorus 2##
I have friends / a-plenty
But I don't know where they've gone
They left their friend codes for me
But my handheld's out of charge

You don't make me lonely
But I still wanna make you proud
So for now just hold me
an anchor to a cloud
~
##Verse 2##
I wanna channel some grapevine fires
cause this ain't the way I like my funeral pyre
Stack me some solos higher and higher
Beam me back to when the docks were dire

I miss my metal cap
I miss my monkey rap
I miss my Stalfos and Crystal Shards 
I miss Knuckle Joe and DeDeDe and 
Meta Knight and Adeleine

Sheik and Dampe became Gauss and Bronte
~

Hector Strict