Last July, I drank a bottle of Wolf Blass
and passed out in the tall grass
on Portabello Road.

Yeah the sky was alive.
Held you like a gemstone,
Got lost on the way home, and never told a soul. Now it feels just like its rainin' rubber balls. You get to run like hell just to watch me crawl. Bet you just can't wait 'til the whole thing falls.

CHORUS:

You're gonna be my great regret,
Though I guess it hasn't hit me yet.
Slow drag on my last cigarette,
just a good excuse to take all I can get.
You're the lesson I never learned, you're my sunburn.

Sure cuts the groove, makes it hard to be humble. But I trip and I stumble, like a scratched 45.
Now it feels just like I'm tied on to a stone.
You get to step on a crack just to break my bones. Guess I got my wish, guess I should have known.

REPEAT CHORUS

You change your mind like you change your shirt. You cover my skin so it don't hurt...
but it don't work...
it just makes it worse.

You're gonna be my great regret,
Though I guess it hasn't hit me yet.
Slow drag on my last cigarette,
just a good excuse to take all I can...

Roll the bones and double your bets,
I got a lot to lose and a lot more to get.
Gonna watch it rise and watch it set, every drop of sweat, 'til it takes away my breath.

You're the lesson I never learned you're my sunburn.