I called you from the hotel phone
I haven't dialled this code before
I'm sleeping later, waking later
I'm eating less and thinking more
And how am I without you?
Am I more myself or less myself?
I feel younger, louder
Like I don't always connect
Like I don't ever connect
Do you like being single?
Do you want me back, do you want me back?
Do I like being single?
Am I coming back, am I coming back?
I'll put my suitcase here for now
I'll turn the TV to the bed
But if no-one calls and I don't speak all day
Do I disappear?
Look at me without you, I'm quite proud of myself
I feel reckless, clumsy
Like I'm making a mistake, a really big mistake
Do you like being single?
Do you want me back, do you want me back?
Do I like being single?
Am I coming back, am I coming back?
Do you want me back, do you want me back?
Now I know each time I go
I don't really know what I think I know
Do you want me back, do you want me back?
Words: Tracey Thorn
Music: Ben Watt |