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 20 hours 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

Nobody can bother me
And I can pick my nose when I'm

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
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



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Simpson Mcclorey, Conor Price, Benjamin Francis Austin Limmer, Henry James Pearce, Benedict Joseph Quinn
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