Practice

Tell me why I had to

You forget a lot
I forget a little
I refuse to watch
Any of these films that you told me to
Without you

I kept count too

Temperature is hot
But my bones brittle
How could they be not
You left in the middle of the summertime

Coulda swore that this Summer was mine

Tell me why I had to
Practice on you
Why I had to
Practice on your heart

You forget a lot
I forget a little
I still got a spot
For the way that you squinted your eyes
When you smile

Even if it don't last
It was nice to feel something
Even if it don't pass
It was nice to blame something
Even if I'm gon ask
You don't have to say nothing
Don't have to say nothing at all

Ohh
Why'd I have to
Practice on you
Why'd I have to
Practice on your heart



Credits
Writer(s): Darien Fields
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