November
Hey now
I wanna scream cause lately you forgot about
My place on your phone
And somehow
Everything sounds like fun until you breakdown
Until you breakdown
And I forgot my lines you know them well
You're spending all this time under my spell
And now I'm taking my time on the floor
I'm always acting like I know what's happening
Know what kinda car you're driving in
So tell me what's wrong
Trading my gold for silver
Thought I knew just what it would cost
We always end in November
Always told you I woulda changed
And I hate myself for that
Falling on the floor don't feel like I live here anymore
I think you know, think you know
Waiting too long for conversations
Making you hate me losing patience now, patience now
Trading my gold for silver
Thought I knew just what it would cost
We always end in November
Always told you I woulda changed
And I hate myself for that
Broke up on Sunday, I'll take all my pictures down
Pictures down
Won't text your mom back you know that she freaks me out
Freaks me out
Coffee on the corner, talking to the cashier
Saw your order in the pickup window
Ask em if I messed up
Knowing that I messed up
No one can save me
No one can save me it hurts
Trading my gold for silver
Thought I knew just what it would cost
We always end in November
Always something that I would change
(Always told you I woulda changed)
And I hate myself for that
I wanna scream cause lately you forgot about
My place on your phone
And somehow
Everything sounds like fun until you breakdown
Until you breakdown
And I forgot my lines you know them well
You're spending all this time under my spell
And now I'm taking my time on the floor
I'm always acting like I know what's happening
Know what kinda car you're driving in
So tell me what's wrong
Trading my gold for silver
Thought I knew just what it would cost
We always end in November
Always told you I woulda changed
And I hate myself for that
Falling on the floor don't feel like I live here anymore
I think you know, think you know
Waiting too long for conversations
Making you hate me losing patience now, patience now
Trading my gold for silver
Thought I knew just what it would cost
We always end in November
Always told you I woulda changed
And I hate myself for that
Broke up on Sunday, I'll take all my pictures down
Pictures down
Won't text your mom back you know that she freaks me out
Freaks me out
Coffee on the corner, talking to the cashier
Saw your order in the pickup window
Ask em if I messed up
Knowing that I messed up
No one can save me
No one can save me it hurts
Trading my gold for silver
Thought I knew just what it would cost
We always end in November
Always something that I would change
(Always told you I woulda changed)
And I hate myself for that
Credits
Writer(s): Landon Conrath
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