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 leave the lights 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, but baby they don't know I'm just getting used to being on my own Just getting used to being on my own