Practice Makes Perfect

And I have done a few things I regret
Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
So weak I can hardly keep
But your body language is telling me
And I have done a few things I regret
Practice makes perfect
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
Wake up at first light, hearing you calling out

Practice makes perfect sense

Sip after sip, yeah, I swear I can feel it

And I wanna do so many things to you
Practice makes perfect
But practice makes perfect
What a mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect
And I have done what a mother wouldn't want

That I’m not to blame
Practice makes perfect sense to me
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene

That you're worth the pain
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
Shaky legs holding up my feet
And I have done a few things I regret
Upon being ripped free
Conversation ensued
Practice makes perfect
What a mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect sense
And I have done what a mother wouldn't want
Practice makes perfect sense

But your body language is telling me