Upon being ripped free
And I have done what a mother wouldn't want
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect
That you're worth the pain
Practice makes perfect
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
But practice makes perfect
And I have done a few things I regret
That I’m not to blame
Practice makes perfect
But your body language is telling me
Practice makes perfect sense
Wake up at first light, hearing you calling out
And I have done a few things I regret
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
Sip after sip, yeah, I swear I can feel it
And I have done what a mother wouldn't want
And I wanna do so many things to you
So weak I can hardly keep
What a mother wouldn't want in a son
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
What a mother wouldn't want in a son
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect sense to me
Practice makes perfect
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene
And I have done a few things I regret
Practice makes perfect sense
Conversation ensued
Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit
Shaky legs holding up my feet
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect sense
But your body language is telling me
