I'm sick to death of eating breakfast on my own Starting out my daily blues
I'm sick to death of spilling coffee on my phone Scrolling through pictures of you I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out But I know that it's no use
If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do
I kissed a stranger in the hallway late last night He was wearing purple shoes I asked him when he kissed me, could he close his eyes? But he just looked at me confused And people say my expectations are too high But I'm not asking for the moon
If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do
Oh, I'm so sick of laying here So sick of counting tears Comparing everyone to you Oh, I'm so sick of waiting here So frustrated My suspicions are you're laying there and thinking of me too
I learned the lyrics yesterday to all your songs There was one I couldn't do I think the lyric went 'You'll miss me when I'm gone' But the cords, I was confused I'd ask you 'round and you could tell me where I'm wrong But then I know you'd just refuse Refuse
If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do