Stop Practicing on Me

STOP PRACTICING ON ME FAULTLINE [INTRO – Spoken, low, distorted ambience] You said you don't know how to fix this. Don't know where to fucking start. Alright... I'll tell you. But I ain't explaining it twice. [VERSE 1 – Restrained, rhythmic, dirty bass] Start with the truth, all of it, even the shit you hide, Not another edited version with the details pushed aside. Don't wait until I find it, don't make me dig for facts, Every time the story changes, we're right back where we began. Own what you did, no "but you," no twisting what I said, No dragging up a different fight to dodge the one we're in. An apology means knowing what you actually put me through, Not finding better ways to make excuses sound like truth. [PRE-CHORUS – Building tension] When I bring up the past, I'm not looking for a fight. I'm trying to put it behind us, But I need to know what happened that night. You can't demand I trust you While there's still shit you won't explain. I can't move past an answer That keeps changing every day. [CHORUS – Explosive, melodic] Don't wait until we're hanging by a thread, To finally mean half the shit you said. Don't make me find what you could've told, Then wonder why I'm getting fucking cold. Show me on a regular day, When there's nothing on the line. When you don't need me to believe That you've changed for the hundredth time. You wanna know where to start? Quit rehearsing your part. Stop practicing on me. Be who you said you'd be. [VERSE 2 – Aggressive, syncopated delivery] Let me finish a sentence without cutting me off, Don't turn every conversation into who's at fault. Forty minutes arguing, still no answer to the question, Just another round of blame and another change of direction. What I told you in confidence wasn't ammunition, Don't throw it in my face when you're losing your position. If you need a little space, tell me when we'll talk again, Don't disappear mid-conversation and pretend that's where it ends. Keep the little promises, the calls and the plans, If something's gonna change, just tell me where we stand. I don't need your passwords, I don't wanna play police, I just wanna spend a day without questioning what I believe. [PRE-CHORUS 2 – Melodic, increasingly frustrated] Don't punish me for doubting What you taught me not to trust. Don't call my questions drama When I'm trying to talk about us. You don't need another speech, Or some perfectly rehearsed excuse. Just be the same damn person When you've got nothing left to prove. [CHORUS – Full instrumentation] Don't wait until we're hanging by a thread, To finally mean half the shit you said. Don't make me find what you could've told, Then wonder why I'm getting fucking cold. Show me on a regular day, When there's nothing on the line. When you don't need me to believe That you've changed for the hundredth time. You wanna know where to start? Quit rehearsing your part. Stop practicing on me. Be who you said you'd be. Ask me what I need, then listen to the answer. Don't turn every issue into another fucking disaster. Set the boundaries with me, respect what we agree, Don't make basic reassurance something I have to plead. Check in when we're good, not only when we're fighting. Take some initiative, quit waiting for reminding. Learn to hear an ugly truth without needing to be right, I can meet you in the middle, but I can't walk both sides. And don't mistake me staying For everything being fine. I can give you another chance, But I can't give you another spin I AIN'T YOUR HOMEWORK! I AIN'T YOUR FUCKING HOMEWORK! STOP PRACTICING ON PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU! DON'T CALL IT CHANGE IF NOTHING FUCKING CHANGES! DON'T CALL IT LOVE IF YOU ONLY SHOW IT WHEN I'M LEAVING! NO MORE SPEECHES! NO MORE VOWS! YOU WANNA KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS? THEN FUCKING SHOW ME HOW! And if you do the work But I still can't let you in, Understand that doing better Doesn't guarantee you win. I'm not asking for perfection, I'm not keeping you on trial. But a week of being honest Doesn't cancel every lie. And if we never make it, Take the lesson when you leave. Don't make somebody question Every fucking thing they see. Tell the truth before he asks, Don't make him dig to find the facts. Don't wait until he's had enough To start becoming someone he can trust. Don't wait until we're hanging by a thread, To finally mean half the shit you said. Don't make me find what you could've told, Then wonder why I'm getting fucking cold. Show me on a regular day, When there's nothing on the line. Not because you're scared of losing me, But because you finally realize... You wanna know where to start? Quit rehearsing your part. Stop practicing on me. Be who you said you'd be. You asked me where to start. There it is. I can tell you what it takes. I can't make you give a shit. And if I'm not th