It's just my patience that keeps me alive, just like all those pretty lights in the sky. There's something to be said about the colors in your head, and how they mix to form the perfect shade of sadness, not because of things i've done or any of the songs i've sung. It's just the story of our lives, we wish we had this, and i remember we stayed up, way past you're bedtime, up on the 2nd floor down by my sliding door. Just innocent kids in a victimless crime, trapped in a metaphor hoping for something more.

I always thought being nice was the easiest thing you could ever do.

That's good to know, especially since you're a friend of Nick's.

It doesn't matter.

They deserve a sticker at the very least.

Blaine: Let me walk you to class in the morning?

I may have a few suggestions.