You called me Chris, then caught your slip
I raised my brow, you bit your lip
“You look like one,” was what you said
And then just laughed and shook your head
Wrong name, right smile—I let it slide
‘Cause something danced behind your pride
You didn’t mean it, not for real
But somehow made me want to feel
You leaned away, but left your tea
And something warm stayed close to me
You fumble lines, but catch the beat
Turn awkward into something sweet
A wrong name isn’t wrong at all
When falling feels that casual