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
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 late last night
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, 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
But 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