Lyrics

Cheers to Bruno.
Never assume.

Casino lights, polite disguise
Blackjack jokes and angel eyes
Dublin boy, philosophy
Tells his life like poetry
Sixty years, I smile and nod
Thought I'd read the deck — oh God

I ordered pizza, calm and clean
He ordered something… clandestine

Things are not what they seem
Not the script in my daydream
I played wisdom, soft and free
He played irony
I thought "drink", he thought "scene"
Red velvet, secrecy
Things are not what they seem
Toast to misinterpretation — cheers to me

One glass yes, a dropped pin
Wrong address, right kind of sin
Not a bar, not candlelight
More swing hips, less daylight
I laugh it off, adjust my crown
Plot twist sharp, but I don't drown

No shame, no blame, just facts in heels
Assumptions crack — awareness steals

Things are not what they seem
Now I see it clearly
You get youth, I get insight
Fair exchange on a neon night

Read the fine print.
Always.