So I’m not who you thought
Or maybe I was
In either instance
It seems
Unworthy of love

At surface it’s nothing
Merely a crush
But you been here before
Me?
Not even once

I know not what you speak
When you say a little’s enough
Ever demanding
More than I’ve got

I speak of ill-fated time
Within the fabric of us
As though I must’ve been right
And that it came down to trust
But these roads that I follow
Lead to rooms empty of you
So I must have misunderstood
We travel through, not to