red carnations//my devastation//i think i like you//but i'm so goddamn afraid//this kind of thing is my fear//i don't know what i'm doing here//i see him and i blush inside//i see you and i feel the same//i'll sing a song to your shadow because i know you won't stay//i'll stay with the same kind of ugly pride//i'll live this way forever//she did so many things that broke me//so i can't feel anything unless i'm free//i need to grow up, but i refuse//i want to be free, but i can't understand these feelings//maybe it's just the things i don't want//maybe i'm just fucked up//i need a cigarette and a clear head//i need a few downers, a paper bag, and your voice in my bed//