Losing You - Flyte

I met a girl last night she was only 23

I brought her home to mine she gave her self 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

A riverside hotel tonight

With walls that catch the city lights

Just tell me you want me I don’t care if it’s true

Cos 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’ve stripped me of everything and I hate you I really do

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