Rita Ora How To Be Lonely

He’d tell me that he loved me more than most
That he could be the one to take me home
But am I good enough to-
Be the everything that he could want?
He told me that he loved me more than most

Been lookin' for a non-material love
Soon as I find it I'll be fu*kin' it up
Like I ain't made a mess here often enough
Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough, no, no, no