Wrong Name, Right Smile

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