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 would 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,
and 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 would do.
If I ever find anyone
half as good as you,
Alice: I think maybe that would do.
Oh I’m so sick of laying here
I’m so sick of counting tears
Comparing everyone to you
Oh I’m so sick of waiting here
It’s so frustrating
My suspicions are you’re laying there
And think it of me too
I learnt 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 chords 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.
If I ever find anyone
Half as good as you
I think maybe that would do
If I ever find anyone
Half as good as you
I think maybe that would do