Toast

verse 1 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 well maybe one day when I'm famous I'll buy a private jet and we can fly to where the rain doesn't reach the ground and 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 verse 2 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 cause you're far too god damn 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 Whistling (x2) verse 3 I can't promise you anything I 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 mortage 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 e-e-e-e-end you'll fall for those like Becca and I'll just become another facebook-friend Bridge 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'll 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 Whistling (x2)