Idiot

You really thought you had it handled With that look on your face Like you'd cracked some secret code To winning first place Then you tripped on your own answer Called it part of the plan Till the room turned to watch you closely Then forgot where you began I tried to warn you once But you smiled like you knew I tried to help you out Then you made that stupid too You're an idiot, God, it's almost art You're an idiot with your hand on your heart Saying, "No, no, trust me, I know what I'm doing" While the whole thing burns and you call it improving You're an idiot, but you wear it so well Like a cheap little crown, but everyone can tell [rhythmic guitar and bass, drums drop to hi-hat and snare] You say the wrong thing proudly Like it came from a book Then you wait for the applause With that confident look You could lose at a coin toss With a two-headed dime You could ruin a good moment By arriving on time I gave you a ladder You dug a hole instead I said, "Think it through" "You're in over your head" You're an idiot, God, it's almost art You're an idiot with your hand on your heart Saying, "No, no, trust me, I know what I'm doing" For the Darwin Award, you'd be a shoe-in You're an idiot, but you wear it so well Like a cheap little crown, you're like my personal hell And maybe that's the magic Maybe that's the trick You make disaster charming You make wrong look slick I'd call you hopeless But that gives you too much credit You saw the warning label But never read it You're an idiot, God, it's almost art You're an idiot with your hand on your heart Saying, "No, no, trust me, I know what I'm doing" While the whole thing burns and crumbles to ruin You're an idiot, but I know you too well You'll trip through the fire And swear it went well You're an idiot Yeah, I know who you are You walked into the punchline And still missed your mark