Old Gray
“I Think I Might Love You” Is An Awfully Long Sentence
My lungs are craking and empty and broken
I'm drowning in sleep and coughing up dreams
And I can't make it on my own
And I'll try to hold my head up high until I finally die
And I'll try to hold my head up high until I finally die
And I'll try to hold my head up high until I finally die
And I'll try to hold my head up high until I finally die
And I faded away, and I faded away
And I faded away, and I faded away
And I faded away, and I faded away
And I faded away, and I faded away
And I faded away
