One more, wrong time

Streetlights flicker like they know your name

You show up late but I stay the same

Got that look like trouble dressed in gold

Say you’re different—yeah, I’ve heard that before

Hands in your pockets, playing it cool

But your eyes say things you’re too scared to do

We’re standing close but miles apart

You got gasoline running through your heart

You lean in slow, then you pull away

Like you’re scared of what your hands might say

You want it bad, I can feel the heat

But you keep backing up from me

(Music: Pop Punk / Alt Rock | ~150 BPM | Driving guitars, punchy drums, emotional vocal cracks, layered harmonies)

One more wrong time, one more almost

Your lips get close but you ghost me ghost

You’re shaking like you might lose control

But you never let yourself let go

One more heartbeat outta line

One more “baby, not tonight”

We could be fire, we could be crime

But you freeze every damn last time

You trace my wrist like it’s dangerous

Like one touch might be too much for us

Say my name like it’s sin on your tongue

But you don’t run—you just come undone

I laugh it off but I feel it too

This tension’s got a chokehold on you

You want chaos, I want truth

But fear’s got a tighter grip on you

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You breathe me in, then you hesitate

Like you’re fighting fate at the gate

You want the high but not the fall

So you don’t reach out at all

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(Music: Pop Punk / Alt Rock | ~150 BPM | Bigger guitars, crash cymbals, raw vocal intensity, slight distortion)

One more wrong time, one more almost

Your lips get close but you ghost me ghost

You’re shaking like you might lose control

But you never let yourself let go

One more heartbeat outta line

One more “baby, not tonight”

We could be fire, we could be crime

But you freeze every damn last time

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[mBridge](Music: Half-time breakdown | ~75 BPM feel | Minimal guitar, bass heavy, whisper-to-belting vocals)

Say it—

Say you’re scared I’ll wreck your soul

Say you’re scared you’ll lose control

Say my touch is all you crave

But you’re too damn scared to be that brave

I’m not asking for forever

Just one moment, just whatever

But you’re stuck inside your head

While I’m right here in your bed

(Music: Full explosive pop punk | ~150 BPM | All instruments, gang vocals, emotional peak)

One more wrong time, one more almost

You touch my skin then you pull back slow

You’re burning up but you play it cold

Like wanting me is something you can’t hold i