Still Getting Used to Being on My Own (Live at the Burberry Prorsum)
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 The key underneath the stone outside in case you come around
And people call me crazy, people say I'm stoned But I'm just getting used to being on my own
If I could still feel you laying in my arms Why can't I pretend? Oh, it does me no wrong
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 I'm just getting used to being on my own On my own, on my own