[Intro] Cracked screen glow on the last bus home Cheap wine lips and a voicemail tone Red flags fluttered like a paperback spine Should have closed the cover, skipped your storyline [Verse 1] Met you by the chippy in your best night coat Chat up lines nicked from a TV show You said I looked like trouble, I said "you have no clue" You laughed, but your eyes stayed stuck on you Talking big dreams in your rented room All hot air, no space for two You loved the idea of a partner in crime Not the bit where you show up on time [Verse 2] Blue ticks stacking like unread books All your excuses had recycled hooks "Work’s mad, babe", "phone died, swear" Funny how it lights up when your lads are there My mates in the group chat, building a case Screenshots lined up like a courtroom page They said "girl, he is just a plot device" Background extra in a better life [Hook] Wrong boy, next Wrong boy, next You are not his lesson, you are not his test Wrong boy, next Wrong boy, next [gang shouts] Wrong boy, next [Verse 3] Dropped your hoodie at the charity shop Left your playlist at the dustbin stop Changed your name to "Do Not Reply" Let those old DMs quietly die Booked front row tickets with my own paycheque Red boots stomping on your side effects Now every verse is just a footnote joke About a nearly man who never spoke [Hook] Wrong boy, next Wrong boy, next You are not his lesson, you are not his test Wrong boy, next Wrong boy, next [gang shouts] Wrong boy, next [Breakdown] [spoken, dry] He "is not ready for anything serious". He "does not know what he wants". He "needs space", but parks in your head rent free. Your heart is not a waiting room, babe. Close his chapter. Start a better book. [Hook] Wrong boy, next Wrong boy, next You are not his lesson, you are not his test Wrong boy, next Wrong boy, next [gang shouts] Wrong boy, next [Outro Breakdown] [Repeats, fades] Wrong boy, next
