You were the first in flight. Now a modern relic. Nearly a payphone on a 1 a. m. sidewalk. We're all cast aside. And we're antiquated. Right as we start to finally figure out what we are. Look at you so bright. State of the art. You're new you're young your blissful ignorance. Is everything they like but the years have teeth. And sometimes they bite (sometimes they bite). Look at you you're falling apart. Built to spill you're state of the art. Now look at you well look at you now. Now do you see that smile. At the foot of the ladder. Ain't it familiar that you was only yesterday. But this justice feels. More like a poison apple. And inevitably everyone will bite into it. Now look at you so bright. State of the art. You're new you're young your blissful ignorance. Is everything they like but the years have teeth. And sometimes they bite. Look at you you're falling apart. Built to spill you're state of the art. Now look at you well look at you now. State of the art. I'm falling I'm falling apart. The state of the state of the art. Look at you you're falling apart. Built to spill you're state of the art. Now look at you well look at you now. Look at you you're falling apart. Built to spill you're state of the art. Ya look at you well look at you now. State of the art. State of the art. Look at you so bright. State of the art