作词 : Tom Odell

作曲 : Tom Odell

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

(Oooh)

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, 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 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 will do

If I ever find anyone half as good as you

I think maybe that will d