The Ancient Art Of Always Fucking Up

If all mistakes were made in stone

I'd build a wall so tall, you'd see for miles

And every man and child would come to see

Stand and laugh at me

Like you would not believe, and I can't blame 'em

It's kind of funny when you start to

Think about the kind of fool who breaks his heart as often as the moon

Shows its face to you

And I regret to say politely

I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose

Like I always do

So tell me, are you running scared?

'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair

Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up

Everything I've ever loved

'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up

May I have your attention please?

Step right up and see the most amazing

The absolutely mind-inflaming show

About a boy who sold his soul

For a shot at love and gold, and he almost made it

But lost it on the way, the story goes

Now he's the kind of fool who breaks his heart as often as the moon

Shows its face to you

And I regret to say politely

I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose

Like I always do

So tell me, are you running scared?

'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair

Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up

Everything I've ever loved

They fall from me like autumn leaves

The wake I make, it scattered with debris

Of everything that could have been

'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up

And I'm plagued by design

Forget all my lines

I've burned all my blessings more than half the time

Been trapped in my ways but I'm desperate to change

So let me know if you'll stay

So tell me, are you running scared?

'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair

Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up

Everything I've ever loved

'Cause I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up