Toast

I can’t promise you anything
There’s nothing to give that you don’t have
If I could I’d promise you everything
But I’m not sure how much
Good there is in that
Maybe one day when I’m famous
I’ll buy a private jet
And we can fly to where the
Rain don’t reach the ground
Or maybe we could just get older and
We’ll watch the sun turn colder
And I’ll make you toast when
You say you’re feeling down

I can’t promise you anything
There’s nothing in this world
You couldn’t get
And I bet that when the sun explodes
You’ll find a way to argue with the dead
Coz you’re far too goddamn beautiful
To fade into the dirt
So you will build us both a mud hut
To shelter from the worst
Of this unrelenting heat
And I’ll make toast over fires
When we’re running out of plant
Life left to eat
I can’t promise you anything
Guess I’m just a little small
To fill your thoughts
Even if I swear by the words I sing
Even if I make you toast forever more
Well you’ll still grow into a someone
With a mortgage and a wife
Maybe she’ll be called Rebecca
She’s the love of your life
And you’ll have three kids and a garden
And I’ll still just be a three out of ten
And in the end
You’ll fall for those like Becca
And I’ll just become another Facebook friend

Not even good at making toast no
It’s always burnt
And I won’t ever be your most
Oh, I just never learn
Yeah, I always burn my toast
And I will always have stuff to work through
So I’m not worth you in any world
But I’ll make you toast for now and evermore
And wait til you get bored of just warm bread