Heaven knows I've felt your soul,

I've ever only felt alone,

I'd never be put on this Earth, if it were not to be known

I feel your spirit through a stone,

It's a mix of vibrations

I feel you when I'm feeling low,

A certain medication 

You said, "You'll never have a cubical, your style's too unsual, at least I hope"

Well friend, retail has me on a chair, and debt is tightening the rope

But no, I won't go

How's a Saint supposed to live?

I'm just a mockery of what I don't know,

I'm nonetheless a kid 

If spirits spend their time with me,

Then I must be of bones,

Asking if I'm still alive,

But I've been put on hold

When I dream, I see my sea,

It's nothing but pure gold,

So come the age of thiry-one, when I'm done,

I'll swim until I'm chrome