Practice Makes Perfect (The Goodbye)

R&B soul, trap-soul, bittersweet soulful hip-hop

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### **Title Idea:** Practice Makes Perfect (The Goodbye)
**(Intro)**
(Vinyl crackle, smooth fender rhodes chords fade in)
Yeah...
You think I’m blind to it, right?
Like I haven’t seen this script before.
Check it.
**Verse 1**
You must think the vision’s blurry, like I block the view
Like I haven’t clocked the patterns that you're leaning to
Running games from the old school, looking for a fool
But I’m a graduate of heartbreak, I don't break the rule
I keep a distance, a safe perimeter around my chest
Because the last time I let you in, you left a mess
Yeah, you mean the world, but the world is spinning fast
And I’m not tryna build a future on a broken past.
**Chorus**
So I got the walls up high, I don't let 'em down
Tired of the storm always coming ’round
Every time I open up, it leaves a scar
So I’m keeping my distance right where you are
Call me cold, call me heartless, say I’ve lost my mind
But I’m just way too practiced at the finish line
Yeah, I’m way too good at the goodbye.
(Way too good, yeah...)
**Verse 2**
You misread the armor for a frozen soul
I'm just preserving the pieces that I managed to keep whole
Can’t leave me in the dirt if I don’t plant the seed
I’m cutting down the expectations of what I think I need
See, the threshold for the pain is getting elevated
Every promise that you made is getting outdated
The less I cry, the more the clarity sets in
I know exactly where your exit signs begin.
**Bridge**
And the tears dry fast, it’s a reflex now
You pack your bags, I don't even ask how
Every single time you walk out the frame
A little less love is attached to your name
It’s a sad situation, but the truth is clear
We don’t stand a chance with this ghost in the mirror.
**Chorus**
So I got the walls up high, I don't let 'em down
Tired of the storm always coming ’round
Every time I open up, it leaves a scar
So I’m keeping my distance right where you are
Call me cold, call me heartless, say I’ve lost my mind
But I’m just way too practiced at the finish line
Yeah, I’m way too good at the goodbye.
**Outro**
No tracks in the snow this time.
You won't see a tear drop.
Just the sound of the door closing.
Yeah... too good at it.
Too good at the goodbye.
(Fade out on a soulful vocal ad-lib)
What kind of musical arrangement or tempo do you envision backing this up to really bring the emotion out?

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### **Title Idea:** Practice Makes Perfect (The Goodbye) **(Intro)** (Vinyl crackle, smooth fender rhodes chords fade in) Yeah... You think I’m blind to it, right? Like I haven’t seen this script before. Check it. **Verse 1** You must think the vision’s blurry, like I block the view Like I haven’t clocked the patterns that you're leaning to Running games from the old school, looking for a fool But I’m a graduate of heartbreak, I don't break the rule I keep a distance, a safe perimeter around my chest Because the last time I let you in, you left a mess Yeah, you mean the world, but the world is spinning fast And I’m not tryna build a future on a broken past. **Chorus** So I got the walls up high, I don't let 'em down Tired of the storm always coming ’round Every time I open up, it leaves a scar So I’m keeping my distance right where you are Call me cold, call me heartless, say I’ve lost my mind But I’m just way too practiced at the finish line Yeah, I’m way too good at the goodbye. (Way too good, yeah...) **Verse 2** You misread the armor for a frozen soul I'm just preserving the pieces that I managed to keep whole Can’t leave me in the dirt if I don’t plant the seed I’m cutting down the expectations of what I think I need See, the threshold for the pain is getting elevated Every promise that you made is getting outdated The less I cry, the more the clarity sets in I know exactly where your exit signs begin. **Bridge** And the tears dry fast, it’s a reflex now You pack your bags, I don't even ask how Every single time you walk out the frame A little less love is attached to your name It’s a sad situation, but the truth is clear We don’t stand a chance with this ghost in the mirror. **Chorus** So I got the walls up high, I don't let 'em down Tired of the storm always coming ’round Every time I open up, it leaves a scar So I’m keeping my distance right where you are Call me cold, call me heartless, say I’ve lost my mind But I’m just way too practiced at the finish line Yeah, I’m way too good at the goodbye. **Outro** No tracks in the snow this time. You won't see a tear drop. Just the sound of the door closing. Yeah... too good at it. Too good at the goodbye. (Fade out on a soulful vocal ad-lib) What kind of musical arrangement or tempo do you envision backing this up to really bring the emotion out?

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