Sleep Alone

Do you remember when I spoke to you?
I was easy then, and I’m easy now
I still sit at home twitching my fingers
Playing the songs of my favorite singers
Easy then, I’m easy now
And when the days turn into nights
And the nights turn into days
She would say. (Oh I wish she’d stay)
«This house is not my home»
I choose to sleep alone
I’m not waiting for the telephone
No, I’m not waiting for the telephone
Oh no