Iverson

Stuck on the ride home Staring at my iPhone All the notes I've kept they haunt me And my year-old peers they flaunt what I don't have So I'll take it too far Call up a pretty girl so she can break my heart Then I'll take the pieces home Scribble them into poems That I hope one day will make me famous If you wanna watch me self destruct you're in luck Bound to be the show of the year I read the script it sucked But I'm practicing Yeah I'm practicing If you wanna watch me say "I'm fucked" Curse my bad luck But make it sound hella sincere My dear, you're so in luck Cause I'm practicing Yeah I'm practicing This is not a test, this is the real thing I'm just tryna put words together to make the people sing Make 'em shake their hips Let 'em clap their hands Hope that my ex-girlfriend Don't try to sleep with my band Or maybe this is the end You know I just wanted friends To have a piece of my mind My thoughts I'll surely lend Maybe unhook a few bras Turn one night to the cause For which I don't dream all day Of some drunk asshole's applause And if she wants to watch me self destruct she'll be in luck Heard it was the show of the year I saw the film it sucked But I'm practicing Yeah I'm practicing If she wants to watch me say "I'm fucked" How my bad luck Will make it sound hella sincere My dear, she's so in luck Cause I'm practicing Like Iverson practicing