november (demo)

I kinda struggle, I don't quite fathom the space I take up in your bed
And how does it translate when at night you reach for my hand
Is all of it foolish and purposeless
Were all of the signals misread
Tell me how to interpret your words
And your lips on my forehead

Could've sworn we drew lines but now I don't see them
Too close to the tide, my heart started leaking
you whisper, I shout
I drown, you drown me out
November was pretty misleading
Holding hands at the gate, let me go on the plane
We both caught that flight
But only I caught feelings