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Burning the toast again - Mellow Vibes Radio
Smoke alarm chirps before the coffee's even brewed
You wave a towel at it, laughing at the mood
You set out to create a nice breakfast in bed
Now it's charcoal on a plate but you serve it anyway
You say it's the thought that counts, not the execution
And I eat it anyway, no need for resolution
Of the burnt parts, of the burnt parts
Cause you tried and that's the part I taste
I used to want the perfect to feel like they were real
Polished photo ready, nothing left to conceal
But not this morning, but not this morning
We're burning the toast again
Filling up the kitchen with smoke instead of charm
Burning the toast again
But somehow this disaster feels good, feels warm
No cooking show finish, no recipe done right
Just this messy breakfast and your laugh, just this morning light
We're burning the toast again
Burning the toast again
You scrape the black bits off, hand it over like it's fine
Tell me this is basically how chefs do it all the time
And I play along, take a bite, not like it's good
Even though it's not, even though we both know we should
Probably just get cereal instead
But where's the fun in that? Where's the story? Where's the laugh?
Where's the morning we'd remember at all at all
If everything went smooth
I used to think mistakes meant something had gone wrong
Now I think they're just where the good memories belong
Half the time, half the time
We're burning the toast again
Filling up the kitchen with smoke instead of charm
Burning the toast again
But somehow this disaster feels good, feels warm
No cooking show finish, no recipe done right
Just this messy breakfast and your laugh, just this morning light
We're burning the toast again
Burning the toast again
I used to think a good morning meant getting it all right
Pancakes flip perfect, coffee brewed just right
But you taught me different, taught me laugh to taste
Better than perfection, better than anything safe
Down to a sign, down to a plan
Just us, just winging it, just like that
Like that, every time
Pass me the burnt piece
I don't even mind, baby
I think I used to associate a good morning
With everything going exactly as planned
But some of my favorite mornings with you have smoke alarms going off in the background
And toast
That's basically a charcoal brickhead
That's not a failure
That's just us laughing through breakfast again
No perfect plate needed for a morning this sweet
Just this smoky kitchen, just these mismatched seats
Just your laugh competing with the smoke alarm's call
Just proved that joy don't need a perfect meal at all
We're burning the toast again
Filling up the kitchen with smoke instead of charm
Burning the toast again
But somehow this disaster feels good, feels warm
No cooking show finish, no recipe done right
Just this messy breakfast and your laugh, just this morning light
Oh, we're burning the toast again
Burning the toast again
Burning the toast again
Burning the toast again
Right here, right here
Still laughing
Still laughing
Just like this
Still laughing
Still laughing
Just like this
