Fine Art

You

You’re a disaster

Yeah you’re 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

Me

I’m just a bastard

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

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 the only things left will be the bones of our promises