Maisie Peters – Toast (Guitar)

C                    Em
I can't promise you anything

        Am                             F
there's nothing to give that you don't have

      C                      Em
if I could, I'd promise you everything

        Am                                 F
but I'm not sure how much good there is in that

           C                            E7
well maybe one day when I'm famous I'll buy a private jet

           F                                       C
and we can fly to where the rain doesn't reach the ground

          Am                                F
and maybe we could just get older and we'll watch the sun turn colder

         Am                                         G
and I'll make you toast when you say you're feeling down

C                   Em
I can't promise you anything

        Am                                 F
there's nothing in this world you couldn't get

      C                 Em
and I bet that when the sun explodes

       Am                           F
you'll find a way to argue with the dead

        C                             E7
cause you're far too god damn beautiful to fade into the dirt

            F                          C
so you will build us both a mud hut to shelter from the worst of this

Am                             F
unrelenting heat and I'll make toast over fires

           Am                                G
when we're running out of plant life left to eat

C                   Em
I can't promise you anything

            Am                               F
I guess I'm just a little small to fill your thoughts

     C                 Em
even if I swear by the words I sing

     Am                          F
even if I make you toast forever more

         C                          E7
well you'll still grow into a someone with a mortage and a wife

      F                                   C
maybe she'll be called Rebecca, she's the love of your life 

                Am                               F                            Am
and you'll have three kids and a garden and I'll still just be a three out of ten

           G
and in the e-e-e-e-end

       C                   F              C                            F
you'll fall for those like Becca and I'll just become another facebook-friend

                        F
not even good at making toast, no

            G                              C                      Am
it's always burnt and I won't ever be your most, oh, I just never learn

                          F
yeah, I'll always burn my toast

                       G                        C                        G
and I will always have stuff to work through so I'm not worth you in any world

                  F                 Am           G                                   C
but I'll make you toast for now and evermore and wait til you get bored of just warm bread