I'm looking up to these three-week-old cups of tea
Such easy company, all piling up like sensō-ji
Seems I've found inner peace in twenty-hour 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 (bed)
In my bed
I get thoughts of you often
I'm getting caught up
In my head, in my head (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 bed; 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 head; head)
In my head
I get lost, I get lonesome
I should call you up, oh

(My bed)

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