You! You are a disaster
You are a master, of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
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?
Me? I'm just a b******
Another master, of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
They're coming back to point and laugh and ask me
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?
Burn it down
You pour the gas and I'll strike the match and we'll turn our back on this pile of ash
You pour the gas and I'll strike the match and we'll turn our back on this pile of ash
And the only things left will be the bones of our promises
And the only things left will be the bones of our promises
You are a master, of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
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?
Me? I'm just a b******
Another master, of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
They're coming back to point and laugh and ask me
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?
Burn it down
You pour the gas and I'll strike the match and we'll turn our back on this pile of ash
You pour the gas and I'll strike the match and we'll turn our back on this pile of ash
And the only things left will be the bones of our promises
And the only things left will be the bones of our promises