"Claire, shut up." And then West literally swept her off her feet and brought her, again, literally, up into the sky.
How I wish I was Claire. How I wish there's someone who'll make me burst into tears and make me embrace how different I am. Someone who's gonna tell me not to be afraid to show how special I can be. Someone who won't tie me down and force me to the ordinary. Someone who would actually fly fast with me, who would try to keep up. Someone who would sweep me off my feet and take me up into the sky, take me up another level, take me a step different, a step more special from the ordinary.
I hope there's someone who'd brave enough to love me and love how different I am.