Текст песни:
[Verse 1: Josh McClorey, Josh McClorey & Conor Price]
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?
[Chorus: Josh McClorey, Josh McClorey & Benedict Quinn, Henry Pearce]
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
[Verse 2: Josh McClorey, Josh McClorey & Benedict Quinn]
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
[Chorus: Josh McClorey, Josh McClorey & Benedict Quinn, Conor Price, Henry Pearce]
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
[Instrumental Break: Henry Pearce]
(My bed)
[Outro: Benedict Quinn]
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