All language subtitles for Kyx20

Previously on Kyle XY:

My mom and I talked.
She won't let me see you outside school.

- She Could Be You.
- What?

The two of you used to play
that song all the time.

It's not there.

It's their song, D4. It's the
missing record from the jukebox.

- Where did you get this?
- I found it in my room.

I'm trying to book the DJ for an event.

- A prom?
- You're DJ Spinbrandt?

- And I don't do proms.
- Oh, my God.

I can't believe I got into
this mess over you!

- How sweet is this?
- That's awesome. You're awesome.

You're awesome, too.

Maybe I am lazy and lack study skills,
but I've changed,

I'm gonna do something important
with my life. Make a difference.

You don't know how Sarah died.
She was like you.

Trying too much, too fast.

When she tried something she
wasn't ready for, it killed her.

Can't keep doing this to yourself.
Promise me you'll stop.

I promise.

I'm going in for my check-up tomorrow,.
It'll tell me if I'm better or not.

Andy, everything's gonna be OK.

You know, when you say it,
I almost believe it.

When we sleep,
the subconscious mind takes over.

Our dreams can reveal what's
disturbing us in our waking hours,

and there are rare occasions in the
state between sleep and consciousness

when the things that most trouble us
can emerge.

- Stephen, what are you doing?
- Uh...

Happy Anniversary.

That's the bracelet I loved
at the art fair.

Yeah, I grabbed the designer's card.

I just ruined your surprise.

Hey, it's not the only thing
I have up my sleeve.

I'm making us dinner tomorrow night.

And for dessert...

...I thought we'd have these.

- Kyle, what are you doing up?
- I can't tell what it is yet.

I think he's sleepwalking.

- Kyle, why are you in the kitchen?
- I'm drawing a picture.

Should we wake him up?

No, let's just put him back to bed.

I'm not finished yet.

I ran out of wavelengths
640 to 750 nanometers.

Frequency 480 to 405 terahertz.

Hex triplet number FFO000.

What's he saying?

He's saying he needs more red.

Come on, Kyle.

- I need to put them in order.
- You can do that in the morning.

OK.

Good night.

I guess I really was sleepwalking.

Why would I have done that?

Maybe you reached
a boiling point.

Sleepwalking is sometimes
a symptom of stress.

I don't feel stressed.

Well, that doesn't mean
you're not experiencing it.

You're restricted from seeing Amanda,

Adam Baylin has basically
come back from the dead,

- and Jessi...
- Is still being Jessi.

That's three major relationships

that are asking you to give
an unusual amount of emotional energy.

You think that's why I'm sleepwalking?

I think it's kind of a drastic reaction
to the pressure, but...

...yes, I think you may need
to simplify your life a little.

Simplify.

Whoa. Back it up!
I won the coin toss.

- Coin toss?
- Yeah, for your brain.

Form a line, people.

OK, here's the deal.

Placement exams.
They're mostly crap.

But they're mandatory,
so it must be important to do well.

Screw up,
you're looking at summer school.

- Really screw up, you repeat a grade.
- How can I help?

Mr. Callahan is, like, smoking hot
for a 35-year-old math teacher.

- As a result, I need a trig recap.
- A recap?

I haven't exactly paid attention
the last semester.

- In every subject?
- Not in every subject.

I'm just hung up
on a couple things in biology.

- But does everyone need to study today?
- Oh, no, I already studied.

But I'm entering
the prom theme song contest.

Losing is not an option.
I need to tap your mental thesaurus.

Whatever you need.

I convinced my mom it wouldn't hurt
for you to tutor me for exams.

Great. I'd be happy to help you.

Oh, I don't want to study. I want an
excuse to spend time with you today.

Today.

A whole afternoon
of unchaperoned quality time.

Oh.

- I should have asked first.
- No, it's fine.

I'd love to spend
unchaperoned quality time with you.

Good. I'm think I'm sensing a thaw
where my mom's concerned.

If she's letting us study,
a date can't be far behind.

Shall I ask her if we can go out?

No. Ask her to think about considering
the idea whether we can go out.

She's a glacier, not an ice cube.

So if I told her that letting us study
is symbolic of her trust in me,

and that I'd like to build that trust,

maybe in time I can earn the honor
of having a date with you.

Yeah, something exactly like that.

See you later.

Nicole advised me
to simplify my life

to avoid distractions and commitments,

but the people I cared about needed me,

and I didn't want to disappoint them.

- Kyle!
- Stephen, is something wrong?

Yeah, the broth for my bouillabaisse.

- Impressive. Nicole will love it.
- Not if she can cut it with a knife.

It should be
vaguely in the realm of soup.

Could you make something simpler?

It's our anniversary. I want to wow her.

- I've never cooked before.
- I have a cookbook right here.

It's all the basics in
less than 2,000 pages.

- You can swing that, right?
- I'll see what I can do.

Kill me now. My headstone can say,

"Here Lies Lori Trager, singerl
songwriter. Choked on her own lyrics. "

It's a contest for a prom theme song.
Tap into your inner girl.

- What does make the rest of me?
- You know what I mean.

Don't let it frustrate you.

- Can't help it.
- Personalized study guide.

I cross-referenced test guidelines
with your syllabus.

Factoring in mid-terms and quizzes,

I pinpointed where you should
focus your study time.

- Thanks.
- Wait! My turn.

What rhymes with corsage?

There are 12 end rhymes
for the word "corsage. "

Garage, massage,

barrage, mirage...

Wait, there's also, uh...

Four words is a start.

- I have your study guide.
- Nice.

Bio with a focus on human analogy.

- Anatomy.
- That's what I said.

Do you hear that?

What is it?

Someone's humming.

It's Jessi.

Why can I hear her?

A little something called super hearing?

- I can only do that when I'm trying.
- Your point?

I'm not trying.

Alrighty, then. Thanks for this.

We'll get the study group going
at the house later. Is 4:00 cool?

Sure.

- Wait. Today?
- Hi.

You were just humming that song.
How did you make it sound so loud?

I didn't. I was just humming.

You must've used the acoustics
in here to direct your voice.

Have, have you been sleeping?

You seem kind of worn down.

I do?

There's something wrong with you.
I can feel it.

I just need you to play my song
so I can give it a pure listen,

make sure it meshes with my lyrics.

Five minutes, then you can
stop Dad from burning down our house.

Um, that's not my song.

I played what you wrote.

Play it again.

B flat.

G minor.

I don't even know how to play that.

E flat major 7.

F Major.

That's not your song.

I've had this other song
stuck in my head.

Whatever it is, it's pretty.

Thanks for bailing me out.

I really want this dinner
to be something special.

You're doing something
for someone you care about...

Jessi was right.
There was something wrong with me.

My mind seemed to be playing tricks.

I can use
the same ingredients...

No matter how hard I focused,
I was losing control of my abilities.

- And I didn't know why.
- Oh, thanks, Kyle.

You know, you're a natural
in the kitchen.

- Mom, huge problem.
- Josh, could you give me five minutes?

Kyle draws weird stuff all the time.

- This is an emergency.
- What's wrong?

Every answer on the study sheet.

Josh, this is basic high school science.

Come on, you've been doing so well.

That's the thing.
I didn't make that. Kyle did.

- When did this happen?
- This morning.

Lori and I noticed he was being clumsy
and he kept having brain farts.

- He's on the fritz. You gotta fix him.
- I'm glad you're concerned.

Concerned? I'm flipping out.

I told everyone to come over
so Kyle can help us study.

What good is he now?
He's the idiot king of Stupid Town.

Kyle has a lot
on his plate right now, OK?

Maybe you can try and study
without his help.

Or I can find someone
as smart as Kyle to fill in.

Yeah, good luck with that.

And I expect you to come
straight home for dinner.

Mrs. Bloom. Thank you
for letting Amanda come over today.

Mm-hm. I'm still not sure
it's such a good idea.

However, I suppose the proof will come
when Amanda's test results are posted.

All right.

I just want to say
that I appreciate your trust in me,

and I want to continue
to build that trust.

I hope you know
that I plan on working hard

at earning the honor of
a date with your giraffe.

- I think he meant date with me.
- I should certainly hope so.

That's what I said.

- Just promise me you'll think about it.
- All right, I'll think about it.

- Dinner, Amanda.
- I'll be on time.

Did I say something wrong?

It's not a big deal.
You were nervous.

Plus, I think my mom kind of likes
making you squirm.

At least we get
to spend time together.

Speaking of time together...

- Josh's study group. I got the text.
- I'm sorry.

Honestly, I could probably use
a bit of study time.

As long as I get to sit next to you.

- Kyle? A little help?
- That can be arranged.

I just have to finish
something in the kitchen.

I'll be waiting.

How's the lobster sauce?

I burned it before. Now it's too runny.

I'll give it a try.

- I heard lobster.
- You quit poking your head in here.

I get the whole
top secret thing, I really do.

- I appreciate it, but...
- Will you quit snooping, then?

- Kyle and I have it under control.
- Are you sure about that?

The recipe says you can thicken
the sauce by adding flour.

This isn't flour, is it?

Maybe you should lie down for a while.

Go ahead.
I can handle it from here.

- But, Amanda, she...
- I'll tell her you didn't sleep well.

I'm sure she'll understand.

I'll be in my room if anyone needs me.

Maybe I was too stressed,

too busy trying to be
everything to everyone.

"Shawn Hlookoff: She Could Be You"

Kyle?

I drew the pictures again.

Nicole?

I only closed my eyes for a minute.

You've been in here for almost an hour.

I checked on you.
You fell asleep at your desk.

Whatever is wrong with me,

I don't think it's stress.

Thank God you're here.

I'm already feeling at least ten points
above the 50th percentile.

What is she doing here?

Josh called and said
you needed help studying.

- Kyle's letting you down.
- He's not letting us down, he's...

Not smart enough today? I know,
but I am. You ready to get started?

I'm sorry I left you out there.

I think I accidentally fell asleep.

I heard you were tired.

Don't worry. Study session's underway.
Josh brought in a ringer.

- A what?
- He called in Jessi to help.

If you ask me, she seems
a little smug about it.

She probably is.

Is everything OK?

Sure.

- I'm just...
- You're overloaded.

We all put too much on you today.

But I wanted to be there for everybody.

How about if I'm here for you instead?

This feels nice.

You know... Jessi probably could
help you with your geometry theorems.

- Kyle.
- What?

We won't waste another minute of
our time together talking about Jessi.

That's a good idea.

Eighteen...

Nineteen...

Twenty!

What is it going to take
for you to remember?

There's no such thing
as the vision system.

- The eyes are part of the...
- Nervous system?

Get up.

Now, name the six muscles
that control eye movement.

Uh, the lateral rectus.

The medieval rectus.

It's the medial rectus.

One...

Lori. Want to study with us?

Not so much, no.

Looks like somebody went
to the two-for-one man sale.

- Oh, look. It's my bar fight hero.
- Hi.

Not you, sucker punch. You.

Hey, how's the prom shaping up?

Found any bargain-basement DJs yet?

Funny. I'm looking at one.

You ought to get
your eyes checked, then.

I'm not the one
with glasses, four-eyes.

Cute. That insult
was so high school.

My dad's in the kitchen.

You should go there.

- Now.
- OK.

- What?
- Hey, guys, this should be fun.

I can't study on an empty stomach.

I'm gonna go grab a snack.

I have a crappy high school
song to write.

I think Lori needs help with
her crappy song. I'll be right there!

Nineteen... Twenty!

Stay.

Thanks for taking care of this.

I usually go to Kyle with mechanical
problems I can't take care of myself,

but he's unavailable, so...

Not a problem.
I'll have 'em back tomorrow.

Great.

Is there a bathroom I could use
before I head out?

Upstairs and to the right.

Excuse me.

Your ceviche looks perfect, Mr. Trager.

- Is that fresh cilantro?
- Yes, it is.

Yummy. What else have you made?

Name it, and I've wrecked it
once or twice today.

Started trying to make a bouillabaisse,
Kyle helped me pare it down.

Wise choice!
It took me three or four tries

before I got into
the French Provençal cuisine ballpark.

Hillary, what was it
you were expecting to study today?

Trig. I'd give you the low-down on
Mr. Callahan and his massive shoulders,

but we're not friends like that yet.

Uh, no, not yet. But did you know

that when I was an undergrad
I was a double major?

And one of them was
applied mathematics?

For reals?

I'm sensing you need a salad
course that'll stand up to your steaks

without overpowering your lobster.

How about a tomato, orange,
and shaved fennel salad

with frizzled leeks?

You frizzle, and I'll tutor.

? Have the time of our lives

See? I told you it would work out.
That was great.

Thanks, but that's not honest criticism.
You're being a friend,

there are times I need that from you
or from my mother.

- This is not one of them.
- Did you just compare me to your...

Sorta, kinda, yeah.
Sorry.

Hey. DJ boy.
Did you hear any of that song?

- Uh, not really.
- Come in here.

- What does his opinion matter?
- He knows music.

I need a disinterested yet
well-informed party to weigh in.

Go ahead, Mark.
Be completely unfiltered.

- No holds barred.
- OK. Well, uh, lyrics were catchy.

None of this weak-ass, college boy,
discussion group bull. Be real.

All right. You need to work
on musical composition.

That's what I'm talking about.
In-your-face gut reaction.

Your fingering's a mess.

You handle a guitar
like a blunt instrument.

- Real nice.
- No, no, it's OK. Come on. More.

There are more
than three chords to a pop song.

You know? Just because
most people don't use 'em and...

You should push yourself
to be not so derivative.

Right.

Jessi, can I interrupt?

- Absolutely.
- We're not finished.

I'll take over for you.

Come on. Over here.

I need you to try and read me.

I read that answer sheet
you made for Josh.

That's about all I need to know.
When'd you get so ordinary?

I'm serious, Jessi.

You knew something was
wrong with me this morning.

Maybe you can get in my head
and figure out what's happening.

All right. I'll try.

- You have to try, too.
- I am trying.

It's like the signal's
weak or something.

- What did you do?
- What do you mean?

You did something.
You pushed. That's not fair.

I didn't do anything.

You made me promise not to push myself,
then you go and do something new?

- Tell me what it is.
- This isn't a game, Jessi.

I don't know what's happening.
I could be...

You're the best. Did you know that?

I guess I do now. What's this for?

The other day,
when I was nervous about my tests

to see if the cancer was gone...
I don't really know you, but...

Anyway, you were just there.
It's like... you knew I needed a hug.

- I don't really know you, either!
- Oh. It's OK. Hugs are good.

What's all the loving for?

I was gonna text. Too impersonal.

I was gonna call, but again, digital.
This is a strictly analog moment

that should be shared
with real-time hugs and gushy feelings.

My test results are back.
I'm officially in remission!

What did you do?

You did it. You cured her.

- That's impossible.
- Why?

- Because it is.
- I healed my hand.

- Adam healed himself when he was shot.
- It's not the same.

Andy's cancer was blood-related.

Manipulating blood cells
to heal a cut...

that's not far
from what you'd have to do.

But I didn't try to do anything.

I just wanted to make her feel better.

An emotional trigger, which is how
we always discover new abilities.

Yes, but...

Why are you always
trying to deny what we're capable of?

- Can you just stop yelling?
- I'm not.

It's pounding in my head.

You're messed up.

You did something
that taxed your system.

Now your system is punishing you.

Look what happens
if we're not strong enough.

Jessi, I can't do this right now.
Everyone out there is relying on me.

For study groups? Cooking?

You and I are so much more than that.

I don't want to be so much more!

I want to help Josh ace his exams,
Lori write her song,

and Stephen prepare
the perfect dinner for Nicole.

I want to spend
the afternoon with Amanda.

I want to be there for them.
Be the person they need me to be.

Mediocre.

You wouldn't understand.

You're right. I wouldn't.

- Jessi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...
- You should, uh, get back out there.

I'm sure everyone's
wondering where you are.

I really have to go.
My moms are taking me out to celebrate.

Pizza and batting cages.

I should get back to studying.

I'm glad I'm not
with Cancer Girl anymore.

I guess that means
you need a new T-shirt.

I really have to go.

- Hils, I'm gonna take off.
- What about the study session?

- Not feeling it.
- Where's Lori?

Upstairs. Mark gave
her feedback on her song.

- My TA Mark?
- Apparently, he's some

all-knowing musical big shot.

- You're kidding. Is he still here?
- No. He left.

And he's a little obnoxious,
if you ask me.

OK. All right, where were we? Um, right.

A cord is just a straight line drawn
between two points on a curve.

OK, Mr. Trager. I think we're
friends now. Can I be honest?

Sure, but could Mr. Callahan wait?

It's not about him. It's about Mark.

I'm not so sure Lori
should get involved with an older man.

- An older... Did I miss something?
- Apparently everything.

Once upon a time, Lori and Declan were
Leclan. They were joined at the hip.

Then they weren't. Personally,
I think they're meant to be.

Wait. So how does my TA
enter the picture?

- Oh, come on, like you haven't noticed.
- No, I haven't.

Snarky Mark's a
hottie in dork's clothing,

but I don't think Lori's
seeing it yet.

She has no idea their agra-flirting
is thinly disguised sexual tension.

Sexual... What exactly
are you talking about?

Sexual nothing!

What I meant was could you
pass the sherry vinegar?

Hey, Dad. Good news made Josh hungry.

I'm happier for you than I've ever been,
but touch my ceviche, I will kill you.

- Kyle OK? Went into his room again.
- Hopefully he's there getting smarter.

- I'm fine.
- Good. He's all yours.

It's been a pleasure, Mr. Trager.

No more study session?

Let's say I learned things
I'm not sure I wanted to know.

Are you feeling better?

I am now.

Kyle, you all right?

Yeah. What can I do to help?

I'm pretty good here.
Hilary was surprisingly helpful.

Josh, how's biology?

The medial rectus.
Jessi made sure I'll never forget it.

Not a very patient person, is she?

Not so much,
but there's no way I'll fail that test.

- OK, at least let me set the table.
- OK.

Do you need any help?

Plates.

Thanks for helping.

- Kyle.
- What's happening?

- Kyle!
- Oh, no!

- Step back.
- Dad.

- Stephen.
- Dad?

It's gonna be OK.

- You're back so soon?
- Kyle's not feeling well.

Well, if he felt he was
coming down with a bug,

he shouldn't have offered to tutor.
You could've caught some... thing.

I remember that song. I haven't heard it
in forever. How do you know it?

Kyle needed it to get
through something once.

He loves it when I play.

Maybe it'll help him now.

Amanda's music was a comfort.

But I still felt lost and confused.

I knew Stephen and Nicole were worried,

not sure how to help me.

All of us were hoping
that answers were on the way.

- You ready?
- No.

- Hello. I'm...
- Adam Baylin.

- It's so good to finally meet you.
- We've heard a lot about you.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

- This is my husband.
- Stephen. And Nicole.

Kyle speaks very fondly of you.

Well, he's told us a lot about you, too.

Yeah.

Not about the resemblance.

It's pretty striking.

I didn't try to heal Andy.

I wouldn't. You cautioned me
against pushing myself.

Using your mind to affect
another person's physiology

is conceivable, someday.

But I don't think it's possible
at this stage of your development.

Yet... you're experiencing
strange symptoms.

Especially my hearing.

Sounds are louder, distorted.

There must be a link
between what you're hearing

and what you've been drawing.

Where did you get this?

Uh, someone left it for Jessi.
We don't know who.

It was missing from the jukebox
when we went to the diner.

Well, have you listened to it?

- Yes.
- How often?

A lot lately. I like it. It relaxes me.

Listen again.

You don't hear anything else.

I'm supposed to be hearing something?

Listen carefully.

How can you study
when your whole life just changed?

Andy threatened me with my
life if I blew off exams

just because she's in remission.

She's tough.

And without the chemo to make her
weak, she could actually kick my ass.

Just trying to distract myself from
figuring out what's going on at home.

You too, huh? Why'd they kick us out
when things were getting good?

I wanted to get a look
at the mad scientist who brewed up Kyle.

When you say it like that,
it sounds kind of creepy.

You know what I mean.
The dude's smart.

I just hope he can help Kyle figure out
what's up with his power outage.

- And all the mental brown-outs.
- And all the clumsiness.

All the drawings in primary colors.

- Lori?
- Hey.

You left this sweater.

Yeah, and I brought you this.

What, did you take it
upon yourself to rewrite my song?

Rewriting implies you had more than
four chords in it to begin with.

I'm a three-chord wonder, remember?

You're also a great lyricist.

Like, rock-my-world poetic

and funny and unexpected.

- You like my lyrics?
- I do.

Every time I try
to write my own, I just...

Handle the English language
like a blunt instrument?

- Hmm.
- So you want to help me with the music.

And you're
going to wow me with the lyrics.

I'd be happy to do that
in exchange for...

I DJ the prom. You're killing me.

Consider it a launching platform
for our hot new single.

Lori Trager, high school girl.

You have a deal.

Adam thinks this record
has something to do

- with what's wrong with me.
- What is it about this song?

Well, it's not the song.

It's the sounds
buried beneath the music.

- Can you hear them?
- No, I still can't.

I can't, either.

You wouldn't perceive them,
Nicole. They're subliminal.

It's not a frequency
you'd be able to hear, but Kyle should.

This is why you're feeling peculiar,
and why your hearing is exaggerated.

Your subconscious is trying
to tell you to listen.

Listen?
That's what the instant message said.

You need to clear your mind.

Block out any outside sound.

And focus.

I can hear it now.

Sarah and I used to take this record

and bury messages for each other
within the music.

It was our secret game.

- We'd translate the sounds into images.
- How?

Just like a fax machine transmits
a series of tones to send a copy.

I fell asleep listening
to the record last night,

and this afternoon.

Each time, you drew those pictures.

They all seem so random.

Well, yes, if you look
at them individually.

But blended together...

Adam, if someone is sending Kyle
a message this way...

You said it was your secret game
with Sarah, and I'm sorry,

but I thought Sarah was dead.

She is.

The drawings have been scanned
and put in order. We're ready.

Good. So let's hook it up
so everyone can see.

So how does this work? Isn't it just
going to be a bunch of blobs

- in widescreen format?
- More like a flipbook.

We'll use the computer to view
all 450 images in rapid succession.

And our eyes will knit together
the individual drawings,

and the colors will blend.

We'll see what I'm supposed to see.

Try speeding it up.

No problem.

Latnok.

"I'm alive. "

I gave Sarah
a Latnok ring with a red stone.

- It was one of a kind.
- Then she must have sent this.

It's impossible.

She can't be.

Hey.

Bet you're looking forward
to a good night's sleep.

I am.

Before I forget, happy anniversary.

I'm sorry I got in the way
of your dinner.

No worries, Kyle.
This was definitely a memorable one.

- It was?
- Well, sure.

We had a house full of teenagers,

a sick kid,
a cancer remission, a secret message,

and a visit from a self-healing genius
back from months in a coma.

How was it for you?

Meeting Adam.

Well, I know I said
he was welcome here anytime but,

I did actually have
some anxiety about it.

He's not used to other people,

and the message bringing up
feelings about Sarah...

Kyle, you don't have to
make excuses for him.

It's just that you're both
such an important part of my life.

We'll find a way to coexist.

Don't worry about how
Adam will get along with the family.

You'll stress yourself out.

So what was it that made you anxious?

Adam left us in charge
with preparing you

for some greater purpose,

and all I could show him today
was a sick boy.

You were right about calling him.

Doesn't every good doctor
call in a specialist?

I'm glad that I did.

But I don't think I'm supposed to know
how to handle every situation.

You're too special for me
to be able to handle all that.

Nicole...

I think you're
special enough to handle it all.

Hasn't everybody we know
already been here today?

Amanda says you were coming down with
something. You look fine to me.

I was just tired, that's all.

Did I do something wrong?

Something happened
while Amanda was over here.

Really, nothing did.

She came home and played the piano.

My daughter hasn't struck a note since
she came back from the conservatory.

Not one single note until today.

She did it because she knows
you love her playing.

You have no idea
how much I've missed it.

I've missed it, too.

Well, whatever you did, thank you, Kyle.

I'll have to make an effort
to be less wary of you,

even if you did come from
a juvenile detention center.

- Mrs. Bloom.
- Yes?

I know it's a lot to ask, but...

...could I take Amanda to the prom?

We'll see. And by that,
I mean I will think about it.

Maybe.

Yes. And don't you ever strong-arm me
like that again, young man.

Fortunately, this food survived
your little pyrotechnic display.

I have no clue what it is,
but I think someone needs to sample it.

- Stephen made that special for Nicole.
- And?

And maybe you should
wait till leftovers?

So all your mental wires
are in place again?

- I think so.
- Good.

I had enough of Kyle Unplugged.

I mean, I was getting
kind of worried about you.

Well, I'm fine now,
so nothing to worry about.

That's great news about Andy.

Yeah! Amazing!

She told me she felt better
after you hugged her.

Everyone feels better after a hug.

But then your system
went out of whack.

It was just a reaction
to the message in the song.

You can say what you want, but
I'd like to think that you helped her.

I spent the day unable to be
there for the people I cared about most,

yet everyone worked to help each other
when I couldn't help them or myself.

The problem was never
that I'd taken on too much

or caused myself stress.

It was only that I didn't see
the simplest way to solve a problem

is to be sure you have
someone to help you.

Pretty good.