Practice makes perfect, doing nothing's kind of a waste
This attitude you're showing makes
Me want to reject the idea of moving forward
You ain’t got what it takes

I'm tired of showing structures, of telling when and where
To break, stop and take off again
You were content with showing off for a few hours
Can’t fake everything

You keep your distance all the time
You tend to never hold the line
Practice makes perfect, yeah, that’s fine
This ain’t as hard as the decline

I do not think you're stupid but it seems you can't
Remember anything at all
Why is it so hard to just go along and fend for
Yourself, we have hit a wall

You keep your distance all the time
You tend to never hold the line
Practice makes perfect, yeah, that’s fine
This ain’t as hard as the decline

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?