It was almost 8:27 PM
And he was finally coming over
A smile stretched on my face
Nothing could screw it over
Everyone heard me singing
Like a little songbird
They noticed I was happy
And nothing could screw it over
Nothing except for him
When I saw the text
A cancellation
With no explanation
It still has me wondering
"Did I do something?"
But also
"How could you hurt me?"
I remember the rest of that day
Hiding in my room
Crying my eyes out
Blasting Billie Eilish
And some Lana Del Rey
Because I truly believe I made a mistake
Why you?
Why did it have to be you?
"What's wrong?"
"Please talk to us."
"Everything is probably fine."
Then why does this happen
And it's not just one time?
I'm so sick of an aching heart
Feeling so used
Something you said you'd never do
I hate that time now
8:27
It sounds so stupid
Like these hopes and thoughts
Thoughts of maybe smiling
And laughing
That's what I thought
But reality hit me
And now I know
That 8:27 is unrealistic
And so are you
