I got a lot of clutter at my place,
most of it I should prob’ly throw away,
I always say I’ll clean it up some day,
but I get distracted..

and there’s a lot of clutter in my mind,
songs I should finish if I find the time,
I’m always searching for the perfect rhyme,
but that’s overrated..

where was I? oh, yeah, I love you,
and I’ll get better with practice, (watch me),
you may say, “what the..”, “as if we..”,
but I think we get better with practice, (I know I do..)

so I’m a sucker for the saddest eyes (yours would qualify),
I don’t see a target, so I’m aiming high, (besides)
kindness is not a consolation prize,
she’s a smiling stranger..

where was I? oh, yeah, I love you,
and I’ll get better with practice, (watch me),
you may say, “what the..”, “as if we..”,
but I think we’ll get better with practice, (I know, I will..)

so you see, whichever way it goes,
since no one really knows, I just watch the road,
and it’s true, whichever way you choose, I can’t really lose,
‘cause I can use.. the material..

‘cause I got 7 stories left to tell,
so I’ll keep swinging till the final bell,
and you won’t catch me throwing in the towel,
‘cause this ride’s too lovely..

where was I? oh, yeah, I love you,
and I’ll get better with practice, (watch me),
you may say, “what the..”, “as if we..”,
but I think we’ll get better with practice, (I will..)

where was I? (oh, yeah, I love you),
and I’ll get better with practice, (watch me),
you may say, “what the..”, “as if we..”,
but I think we’ll get better with practice,
I will, watch me.. I know I do.. I will, watch me…