Fine Art

[Verse 1]
You—you're a disaster
Yeah, you're a master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart

[Chorus]
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?

[Verse 2]
Me—I'm just a bastard
Another master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart

[Pre-Chorus]
They're coming back
To point and laugh and ask me:

[Chorus]
"How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?
How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?"
How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?

[Bridge]
Burn it down
Let's burn it down
You pour the gas
And I'll strike the match
And we'll turn our backs
On this pile of ash
And you pour the gas
And I'll strike the match
And we'll turn our backs
On this pile of ash

[Outro]
And the only things left
Will be the bones of our promises
The only things left
Will be the bones of our promises