blaine:
life's too short to even care at all, whoa oh, i'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control. these fishes in the sea, they're staring at me, whoa oh, a wet world aches for a beat of a drum, whoa oh. if i could find a way to see this straight, i'd run away, to some fortune that i should have found by now, i'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down
kurt: you ok
blaine: fine just a competition song
kurt: ok gonna go check on david. see you in eight weeks best friend
blaine: sounds good, bye friend
kurt: you ok
blaine: fine just a competition song
kurt: ok gonna go check on david. see you in eight weeks best friend
blaine: sounds good, bye friend