Full Lyrics
He said he'd be here at seven
It's seven forty eight
No text
No hey running late
No sorry traffic
Just nothing
Maybe I said too much
Maybe I seemed too keen
Maybe I read into things
That weren't even on the screen
Maybe I should've played it cool
Been a little more mysterious
Not cracked a joke too early
Not gotten so delirious
Maybe it's me
Maybe I always ruin the spark
Maybe I give too much light
To men who prefer the dark
Maybe it's me
Maybe I hope too fast
Maybe I romanticize
People who never asked
I shaved for this
I moisturized for this
I showed up on time for once in my life
And he's what at home watching Netflix
With some other soft skinned idiot
I checked my breath I chose a shirt
I even practiced smiling first
And all I got was a table for one
And a bill for emotional thirst
Wait
New match
David
He says hey
And I don't overthink
I just smile lock my phone
And grab my keys and drink
I jump on my bike
And ride through the rain
Through the hurt through the doubt
Through the ache and the shame
Because maybe it's me
But maybe that's fine
Maybe I'm just early
To the right storyline