I'm getting sick. My throat hurts like a motherfucker and I'm lightheaded. I should go to bed but I keep having these dreams. I had another one where you were getting with another girl, right in front of me, and I kept on punching you and yelling at you and trying to make you understand what I was feeling and you were immune like in the other dream. The weird thing was when I woke up this morning I cared less than usual. So I guess that thing I've been doing with great concentration every night does some good for a little while.
Tonight I wore Luke's jacket for many hours and it made me feel big and strong and warm, until you came along. Big, strong and warm. It was nice.
Also that song has a knack for making me cry, even when it's being done by a bunch of silly teenagers.

"Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues"