I know it's going to be hard, but listen. When you older... Well, saner I should say, you'll be longing for the days of no surrender. And I understand the toil of expectations in your mind, but just know that you're still my best friend.

I miss New York, and I miss the music. I think... I think that I miss dancing with you the most of all. Those nights, we couldn't get any higher. But no one wants you before the fall, right?

I know you'll be up crying all night once you find out, disappointed in yourself as usual. And I wish that I could fix that for you, but know I'll always be around. Right here, coming through for you.