Old Gray

And every moment I lose without you, fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost. Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask. A numberless cigarette

Well Iâ€ve changed except my heart still beats too fast and my lungs still collapse and my legs still shake. I once thought love was real when we sat atop that hill and looked at cars below. We used to grow. You kissed me on the forehead and told me

Cameron: This song was originally supposed to be titled "Manic" because I wrote it about the manic depression that I struggle with each day. Bringing this concept to light was something that I found very difficult, but I was hoping people who de