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
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 light on, the phone up all night
The 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 I pretend? It does me no wrong
And 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
I'm just getting used to
Being on my own
Just getting used to being on my own