[Intro] Letter from the hospital. “Dear wrong baby… we mixed the tags.” Twenty-five years later. We shared a bunk bed. Adorable. [Verse 1] Same creaky floor, same fights over the phone. Someone switched the bracelets before we were known. They sent me home loud, already half-feral. She got the quiet stamp and a halo for rental. [Pre-Chorus 1] Tried her version on under the bathroom light… Felt like shoes that pinched from the very first night. [Chorus 1] What if that halo had landed on me? Would I still draw blood when the sweet turns cheap? Polish the glow… or let the gold crack? Late return, baby — I ain’t taking it back. Twenty-five years and I’m still off the map. [Verse 2] I saw myself nodding through every last “please”. Handing out smiles like change at the till. Would I keep the peace till my teeth wore flat… Or still rip the script when the niceness feels fake? [Pre-Chorus 2] I borrowed her soft smile for one cigarette… Then cracked up so hard it just broke in my chest. [Chorus 2] What if that halo had landed on me? Would I still draw blood when the sweet turns cheap? Polish the glow… or let the gold crack? Late return, baby — I ain’t taking it back. Twenty-five years and I’m still off the map. [Bridge] Stared at the mirror and forced on the face. Tight little smile… jaw locked, eyes gone blank. Three seconds later the laugh tore right out — “Keep the receipt… this was never my size.” Even if the tags got crossed in the dark, I’d still choose the girl who don’t fall apart. [Final Chorus] What if that halo had landed on me? Would I still draw blood when the sweet turns cheap? Polish the glow… or let the gold crack? Late return, baby — I ain’t taking it back. Twenty-five years… leave the switch on the floor. I’m the late return… and I’m keeping my edge. [ Outro] File it under “clerical error”. I’d only have scratched the gold anyway. --- Lyrics © 2026 TrixTuneX All Rights Reserved. Visuals: Created with Grok · Music: Suno Exclusively available on Suno.
