Football Practice

What's my excuse this time I've been dwelling on the same damn thing that I Cannot claim to have taken well Keeping an illness from Being swept away with the time I've lost To the tune of my anxious thoughts I'm okay with being myself I just want to think like someone else Curse the time undone Then let it heal for love, for love, for love Remember who your friends are Would you bury them for love, for love, for love I hate the idea of Glory days being forever lost And people who slowly drift apart Trying their best but failing Failing to overcome The constant feeling that everything's wrong I'm okay with being myself I just want to think like someone else Fill me with lovely thoughts Grown fresh in my head I'm so hopeful I'll be hopeful Before I'm dying in my bed Curse the time undone Then let it heal for love, for love, for love Remember who your friends are Would you bury them for love, for love, for love Curse the time undone Let it Let it heal Let it heal Let it heal for love Remember who your friends are