I'd rip my heart out of my chest with my bare hands
if I knew it would make me stop feeling like this.
I don't want to be Carrie anymore.
Hospitals, broken teeth, trying to chase down an apology.
All I want is to sleep, perchance to dream
of something other than you for the first time in weeks.

Not even forty eight hours and I'm going crazy.

We should stop flaunting it.
I miss you.
I'm infatuated with you.
I've never fallen so fast.
This is just comfortable.

Hey hey, you you, I don't like your girlfriend.
Hey hey, you you, I think you need a new one.