Still Getting Used to Being on My Own

When I'm playing the piano, singing out of tune

The person I picture in my head has always been you

But these days are different, you're with some other guy

Stubbornly I still write every word as if you're still mine

And people think I'm crazy, people think I'm stoned

I'm just getting used to being on my own

When it's cold and it's raining, I'm laying there at night

I don't lay in the middle of the bed, I lay on the right

And I need the light on, the phone up on loud

A key underneath the stone outside in case you come around

And people call me crazy, people say I'm stoned

I'm just getting used to being on my own

On my own

If I can still feel you laying in my arms

Why can't I pretend, it does me no harm

But people call me crazy, people say I'm stoned

I'm just getting used to being on my own

And people call me crazy, baby, they don't know

I'm just getting used to being on my own

Just getting used to being on my own