[Verse 1] Somewhere I was more ordinary, same street, same bed, same town. Somewhere I learned how roots feel instead of always moving around. Somewhere I chose one direction, one love, one version of my name. Somewhere I stopped reinventing every time the future changed. [Chorus] I miss the lives I never lived, though they were never really mine. Ghosts of choices haunt the corners of a life that turned out fine. That is the cruel geometry: one body, one stretch of time. You can love the road you traveled and still grieve the roads declined. [Verse 2] I chose curiosity often, chose motion, risk, and reach. But sometimes I wonder what stability might have had to teach. [Bridge] There is no perfect timeline. Every paradise has cost. Every life becomes a cemetery for possibilities we lost. [Final Chorus] So I’ll raise a glass to all of them, the selves I’ll never meet. They didn’t die for nothing. They made this version of me.
