Текст песни In My Bed

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