Verse: Em, C, G, B7
Chorus: F, C, B7, Em
If I counted up the hours I spent on the phone to you
Or waiting at train stations to meet you
I d give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate
And that still wouldn t make up for the sleep you made me lose
If someone told me I could have it all back
No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be
I d tell that person they don t know me at all
Cos you made me who I am and they don t get how much you mean to me
This may come as a surprise
But I don t care if we fight
Cos I d rather that you lie
Then you not be there at all
So I ll sing you some clich