Scott, ****** torture
Singing on my computer screen
Scott, my only vice
A sweet remembrance of being a teen

In your tight clothes and dapper look
You get my attention pointing at you
You speak to me about my past, the guys I would have banged
I would kiss those lips! Take off that shirt!
Stare at you for hours
it's what I would
Would I? As a teen
I spent my days singing to guys like you
who sing songs like me
That take my anguish and make it pretty
That make me feel less alone in the world
Scott, a photograph from the past
Scott, present right now
Scott, a symbol more than a person
Awakening now with me?
Of all I was, all I am, all I will