State Of The Art

So tell me how’d you get your start?
Well, I started wishing I was bored

One day you’re crawling on the floor
The next you’re heading off to war
Singing

I can’t protect you anymore
Loving you was all a blur
Now you’re the king of metaphors
They never tell you what it’s for

But I'm not sorry for breaking my own heart
Doin’ alright back there?
Yes so far
I'm not sorry for breaking my own heart
‘Cause my pain is the state of the art

So tell me how’d you play your part?
Well, I started wishing for a cure

One day you’re sad for evermore
The next you’re as you were before
Singing

I can’t protect you anymore
Loving you was all a blur
Now you’re the king of metaphors
They never tell you what it’s for

But I'm not sorry for breaking my own heart
Doin’ alright back there?
Yes so far
I'm not sorry for breaking my own heart
‘Cause my pain is the state of the art

We can totally switch seats
If you’re feeling kinda sick

But I'm not sorry for breaking my own heart
Doin’ alright back there?
Yes so far
I'm not sorry for breaking my own heart
‘Cause my pain is the state of the art