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.