In My Bed

I'm looking up to these

Three-week-old cups of tea

Such easy company

All piling up like Senso-Ji

Seems I've found inner peace

In twenty hour's sleep

Leaves three for Seasick Steve

And one for me with all these

Posters of T Chalamet

Why would I ever leave at all?

In my bed

In my bed

In my bed

I get thoughts of you often

I'm getting caught up

In my head

In my head

In my head

I get lost, I get lonesome

I should call you up

But I can't help thinking

That you wouldn't pick up the phone

Well, it's a cheaper weekend

I guess I'm better off alone

Oh, nobody can bother me

And I can pick my nose when I'm

In my bed (In my bed)

In my bed (In my, in my bed)

In my bed

I get thoughts of you often

I'm getting caught up

In my head (In my head)

In my head (In my, in my head)

In my head

I get lost, I get lonesome

I should call you up, oh

In my bed

In my bed

In my bed

I get thoughts of you often

I'm getting caught up

In my head

In my head