Old Gray

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

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

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