Tom Odell - Still getting used to being on my own

When I'm ^Cplaying the ^Bbpiano, ^Csinging out of t^Bbune The pe^Crson I picture i^Bbn my head has ^Amalways been ^Dyou But t^Bbhese days are ^Amdifferent, you^Bb're with some oth^Amer guy S^Bbtubbornly I still w^Amrite every word as if ^Dyou're still m^D7ine

And ^Fpeople ^Cthink I'm ^Amcrazy, ^Fpeople ^Cthink I'm ^Amstoned I'm ^Fjust g^Emetting ^Dmused to being ^Fon my ^Cown

When it's c^Cold and it's r^Bbaining, I'm ^Claying there at^Bb night I ^Cdon't lay in the middle of th^Bbe bed, I ^Amlay on the ^Dright And I l^Bbeave the light ^Amon, the pho^Bbne up on l^Amoud A k^Bbey underneath the ston^Ame outside in ^Dcase you come a^D7round

And ^Fpeople ^Cthink I'm ^Amcrazy, ^Fpeople ^Cthink I'm ^Amstoned I'm ^Fjust g^Emetting ^Dmused to being ^Fon my ^Cown ^Bb On^C my o^Bbwn

^G# If I can s^Bbtill, feel you ^Cmlaying in my a^Gmrms ^G# Why can't ^BbI pretend, it do^Cmes me no h^Gmarm

But ^Fpeople^C call me c^Amrazy, ^Fpeople ^Csay I'm ^Amstoned I'm ^Fjust ^Emgetting u^Dmsed to being ^Fon my ^Cown And ^Fpeople ^Ccall me crazy, but ^Fbaby ^Cthey don't ^Amknow I'm ^Fjust ^Emgetting ^Dmused to being ^Fon my ^Cown I'm ^Fjust ^Emgetting ^Dmused to being ^Fon my ^Cown