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Sunburnt

from Honey + Bread by Mikey Maybe

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[They aren't a trophy, they're someone you'll need to be able to spend a lot of time with.]

The last guy she dated taught yoga to divorcees,
my last girlfriend wore pyjamas to a court date.
But here we are, eating sorbet, warm summer day,
she's like sugar, spice, scholarships, and taste.

I'm just blood and guts and hardened arteries.
A punk junkie pullin' guns robbin' pharmacies,
She's trying to finish up her arts degree.
She's got a 10-year-plan, she's got friends and a family.

In 10 years, I'll be dead, I'll be old news,
I'll be in a landfill, compost, crow food.
I'll be bone screws, scattered among the toadstools.
No money, nobody for it to go to.

Her parents met back in homeroom,
My mom met my dad when she found him bleeding by a phone booth.
He'd just been fired from the road crew, his hands blacker
than a coal shute, and nothing but a gold tooth.

And I'm a wreck, I'm a mess.
She's the real deal, man, she's a catch.
We're at the farmers market, she keeps running into friends,
and they wonder how we met, and I wonder how this ends, 'cause

I'm the bad boy, I'm her lost cause,
I'm her cat toy, she can be my swan song,
My high note, my cigarette, blindfold,
My last meal before I sink into the limestone.

Another girl who should have never checked her iphone,
probably should have never met me, lets see,
she was comin out the drugstore with bubblegum and spray tan,
I was goin in with a beretta in my waistband.

We're a joke, and we're both laughing,
call me old fashioned, but this type of stuff don't happen.
I can read her like she's close captioned, it's just a fling,
tomorrow morning this won't mean a thing.

No receipts, no coat check tickets
no teddy bear from the fair, no half-finished
waterbottle on the backseat, sunburns or sore feet,
She can get back to her life before me .

But, we threw pennies in the sistern.
But, it could never work.
But, she makes the pins in my wrist hurt.
But, it could never work.

But, we watched the river as a the bridge burned.
But, it could never work.
But, I know I'll instantly miss her.
(I know I'll instantly miss her.)

So we drive through the city in large circles
watch the blood red sunset plunge into dark purple
watch the purple go to unbroken navy,
there's no stars here, just gunsmoke and crazy.

We're feeling' sunstroked and lazy, drowsy.
We park near the city boundaries, by the
pretty foundries, I twist the key to camry,
listen to the transformers hum all around me.

And she listens to the moths hit the street lamps,
Listens to upholstery creak, leather seats,
as we listen to quiet, and sit in the silence,
both feeling unsure, both feeling sunburnt.

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from Honey + Bread, released May 21, 2013
Written, produced, and recorded by Mikey Hamm.
That one neat synth part by Mitch Holtby.

Mastered by Doug Organ.

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