Losing You

I met a girl last night

She was only twenty-three

I brought her home to mine

And she gave herself away to me

But the light in the hallway

And the silence in my room

Said, "I don't think I'll get used to losing you"

And you were wearing that red dress

When you took him upstairs

The one I bought you in New York

Before you made this mess

You've run with another

You've cut me through and through

And still I don't think I'll get used to losing you

The riverside hotel tonight

With walls that catch the city lights

Just tell me you want me

I don't care if it's true

'Cause I don't think I'll get used to losing you

Tell me where did you learn

To lie so well?

To love like a secret

That you'd never tell?

You stripped me of everything

And I hate you, I really do

Still I don't think I'll get used to losing you