[Intro – bluesy walking bass, rimshots, organ vamp] [Verse 1 – male vocal, smooth swing phrasing] Met you in the bleeds, way off the grid, Said all the wrong things, but still – you slid. I tried to align, but my page was torn, Turns out love ain’t proofed before it’s born. [Verse 2 – sax responds to vocal lines, band settles in] I missed your window, ran outta time, My spread was crooked, but girl, you still shine. We laughed like halftones on a tilt, You had the class – I had the guilt. [Pre-Chorus – slightly syncopated rhythm, horns swell] No perfect print, no press run clean, But second chances got that sheen. Your look said “maybe” – not quite “no,” Like coated stock with room to grow. [Chorus – upbeat shuffle, call-and-response with backing singers] I missed the margin, but I found the soul, You left your color in my monochrome. Tried to print fast, but you needed slow – Now I’d bind my days to let you know. I missed the margin, but now I see – Even misprints can feel like poetry. [Instrumental break – sax solo with blues guitar licks, keys comping behind] [Verse 3 – looser phrasing, vocal confidence grows] You caught my typo, fixed my line, Told me love don’t follow no design. Now every reprint, every spread – Feels like your laugh inside my head. [Pre-Chorus – harmonies tighter, keys brighten] You said “It’s late, but not too late,” Like rerun sheets on second plate. Now every color’s got more hue, Since I slowed down – and looked at you. [Chorus – repeat, vocal ad-libs, more horns] I missed the margin, but I found the soul, You left your color in my monochrome. Tried to print fast, but you needed slow – Now I’d bind my days to let you know. I missed the margin, but now I see – Even misprints can feel like poetry. [Outro – swing slows, final bass walk ends on a playful turnaround] Yeah, even misprints… can feel like poetry.
