State of the Art Lyrics

I know, I know, I don't do what I should

I don't give all the potential I could

And now I'm falling behind

Writing these folk songs cause I don't fit in

Don't care if you are or aren't listening somehow

I'm living a lie

You take the chance

I'll take the easy way out

Get your life on track

I'll just sleep on the couch

And the winds of change

Aren't blowing my way

And I'm too damn lazy

To find my own way

I quit

Cause I am just another loser

I'm the beggar, you're the chooser

So benign, so terrifying

And it rips me apart

It's good to see your other face

I'm counting down the end of days

What's the point in trying

When you're failing from the start

State of the art

One thing is constant, I live with the shame

Of losing my mind almost every day

So long and thanks for the scars

No need to sugarcoat, I know I suck

You have a chance but I'm stuck in this rut

I'd fight, but it's too damn hard

I went for a drink

But the cup ain't half full

You're the china shop

And I'm the raging bull

Why don't I just fight

I know I'd pull through

I had a chance

But I missed the cue

I quit

Cause I am just another loser

I'm the beggar, you're the chooser

So benign, so terrifying

And it rips me apart

It's good to see your other face

I'm counting down the end of days

What's the point in trying

When you're failing from the start

State of the art

I could join the army

I could save the world

Be a superhero

To the boys and girls

Build someone a house

Or I could tame the sea

But it's all a mess

And I'm so damn lonely

Direct the next hit

Or I could throw a ball

But I'm so far gone

My life's all free for all

With conflicting thoughts

I sold my soul

To a life made for shame

To the gods of rock and roll

Cause I am just another loser

I'm the beggar, you're the chooser

So benign, so terrifying

And it rips me apart

It's good to see your other face

I'm counting down the end of days

What's the point in trying

When you're failing from the start

Cause I am just another loser

I'm the beggar, you're the chooser

So benign, so terrifying

And it rips me apart

It's good to see your other face

I'm counting down the end of days

What's the point in trying

When you're failing from the start

State of the art

State of the art

It's good to see your other face

I'm counting down the end of days

What's the point in trying

When you're failing from the start

State of the art