I'm sick to death of eating breakfast on my own (OOh) Starting out my daily blues I'm sick to death of spilling coffee on my phone (OOh) Scrolling through pictures of you I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out Could 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 on your floor He was wearing purple shoes I asked him when he'd kiss 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 Hate everyone but you Oh, oh 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 But there was one I couldn't do I think the lyric with You'll miss me when I'm gone We cut the cords I was confused I'd ask you out and you can tell me where I'm wrong But then I know you just refused
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
Compositor: Tom Peter Odell (Tom Odell) (PRS)Editor: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Administração: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #18954393 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM